eros the bittersweet

consumed | poem fifteen
posted by imani , Tuesday, October 20, 2009 at 9:42 PM, in Labels:

the fragrant path
that lead to you
as the autumn
ascends and burns
my desire, parches
my thirst
to find that
which is beyond
forgetting.

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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.