eros the bittersweet

consumed | poem ten

the tattered string,
the forsaken night
and the trembling
staccato of
ten thousand winters
that take me
to your altar,
abandoning all
understanding
of sorrow,
only to
levitate toward
a harder
mistake.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

hehe...hi coachie..wowwww...so deep..

 

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.