eros the bittersweet

savage light | poem twenty
posted by imani , Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 7:17 PM, in Labels:

shooting stars,
indian summers,
eclipses,
cirrus, stratus,
white, chaste lilies,
sparkling midnights,
impetuous desires

all the good things
in life
have attempted
but still vaguely
resemble you.

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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.