eros the bittersweet

cistern
posted by imani , Saturday, March 27, 2010 at 6:56 PM, in Labels:

sloping, slumbering
seconds that
resonate in the
darkness, the water
that craves a
cistern, a well,
in your hands,
in your mouth,
my faith that
gathers the
incessant fire
of this unsteady,
trembling, yearning
storm
drinking from
the light of your
face.

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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.