ii want to become her—
to be venus,
to be the air that stirs the sea,
the heat that turns the cold into fire.
i want to be the softest thing in the world,
the kind of love you find in the curl of a petal,
the kind that makes the earth sigh
with relief just to know it exists.
but i am not her,
and it shatters me.
......
ii want to become her—
to be venus,
to be the air that stirs the sea,
the heat that turns the cold into fire.
i want to be the softest thing in the world,
the kind of love you find in the curl of a petal,
the kind that makes the earth sigh
with relief just to know it exists.
but i am not her,
and it shatters me.
......