eros the bittersweet

consumed | poem nine
posted by imani , Wednesday, October 14, 2009 at 3:05 PM, in Labels:

the scarlet luster
of your voice,
like a shot of espresso
from a dream
i am taken and
imprisoned to
an impossible
yearning to hear
you, with your
mouth a few
ages away from
my ears.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.