eros the bittersweet

savage light | poem twenty four
posted by imani , Saturday, February 7, 2009 at 11:30 AM, in Labels:

i am never truly
within what
i can understand
yet, despite the
trepidation
my hands persist
to write about
the graceful and
fluid language
of your eyes
caressing me.

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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.