sonnet seven posted by imani , Saturday, October 11, 2008 at 4:02 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

you and me
sonnet seven

the hours of darkness laced with trepidation
to not see your face bring the light
nor feel your shadow mar the ambiguity
of an end that emerges from oblivion

soon my love, this heart of mine will succumb
to the vision of you waiting as the story unfolds
wishing that you would linger
after everyone has gone

the lifeless, desperate day drags the knife
of impossibility on my skin throbbing
for you to feed its addiction

stifled, maimed, heaved to the ground
i look up imagining you would appear
and i hear, i hear, i hear you whispering.