eros the bittersweet

obsession

occupied by the frantic, listless movement
of starry, delicate, changeless moments
from whence this obsession emerges ~
a fragile stone lies still in your shore

awaiting the drunken, infatuated embrace
of your flesh, woman that defy ends
and endlessness, a savior, a discoverer
of things hidden, a traveler who

has journeyed through my sorrows and
into my hallowed hysteria
my faith suspended mid-air, with my

muscles twisting for a departure, a liberation
seeking the sacred ground of perfumed tears,
hours revolving upon the axis of your illusions.

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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.