The bounds of all,
were the walls of the room.
The fruit,
already gathered.
Hunting long abolished.
In nourishing stillness.
Unaffected
by whims of hunger or sleep.
A singularity,
consuming,
swallowed by itself.
Its job is done.
Now it can lay down its tools.
And rest forever.
In perfection.
The beat of your heart,
leading everything inward.
The heat of your chest.
The sun of all.
We are all fireflies now.
What else would we wish to be?
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Odes to the Erotes
ŞiirA series of Love poems focusing on understanding and exploring the many different kinds of love. Focusing first on the seven love gods, the Erotes, then on forms of love in the greek language, and finally in famous romances of the greek gods. This...
