eros the bittersweet

ignite
posted by imani , Wednesday, October 14, 2009 at 3:01 PM, in Labels:

my breath sinks
outside as
your pale hands
ignite the
fire
thousands
harvesting desire
allowing patience
to fill
the windows of
unending space
time dissolves
as you would
a rose in
sunlight
…to much sun
parches the
heart made of
nothing.

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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.