eros the bittersweet

savage light | poem fifteen
posted by imani , Tuesday, February 3, 2009 at 2:16 PM, in Labels:

the cold engulfed
by your ceaseless delight
my feet tremble
in the ground
where its roots
thrive,
my hands aching
in the bitter night,
my thoughts incensed
by one muse,
the being of my
defenseless heart.

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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.