eros the bittersweet

savage light | poem two
posted by imani , Friday, January 30, 2009 at 2:41 PM, in Labels:

dancing in
the cadence of
your voice
swimming softly
through the rainbows
of your touch
speaking furtively
of our dreams
and tomorrows
gently embracing
the sweet,
tangled,
vines of your
body.

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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.