eros the bittersweet

it is time now

it is time now
i harvest the tears
that fell painfully,
cruelly upon the
skin that once
was your home

it is time now
i gather sighs and
breaths
that gracefully
exalted your name
even in this
wounded embrace

it is time now
i rest in clouds of
your gentle recollection
of the words uttered
in sleep and meant
in wakefulness

it is time now
i hear the ember
cracking as the
night summons
an endless beginning
for this faithful hand.

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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.