eros the bittersweet

curve

your eyes, lonesome and listless
wondering if my hands would
ache for and seek the plains and
contours of your body i have

adored, desired, hailed in silence
suddenly, i thought to myself
why dare the days and nights that
would unfold after this very moment

when you can claim and exalt
the next ten years ~ see me
year, discover, discern and delight in

the scars and flaws that make you
the lines and curves that define
the one i love, my flame and my lifetime.

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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.