eros posted by imani , Tuesday, June 10, 2008 at 11:19 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

my desire moves.

with fragility
like the stream
that nourish myparched hands,
your eyes uncover
the truth of myweakness
and the wake of myrestlessness
the sweetness ofyour skin,
the ravenous touch of your voice
echoing in my mind
and i am trapped
in my own lonesome
yearning to find
the warmth in the fabric of your
sadness
subdue my doubts
and distance
to bring me before your altar
so that i may
light candles
and sing...

love is
white as
light.