eros the bittersweet

savage light | poem twenty one
posted by imani , Friday, February 6, 2009 at 11:23 AM, in Labels:

when the cascading
water of your laughter
fall on my hands
i feel a sudden
need to hold it
and keep it
as long as i could
for your laughter
feed the
hunger of my
enervated 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.