eros the bittersweet

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

the moments take and
hide you in vain
with my hands seizing
the implausible
smoke and water of
your soul
carrying the
dusts of an abiding
sunlight
to arrive and to leave
a place
bare of recollection.

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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.