spellbound | poem two posted by imani , Monday, February 9, 2009 at 2:23 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

allow my hands
to lead me to a word,
a story, a truth
that will unveil all
the goodness in you

allow my eyes to trace
the bend, the slope,
the curve of your
body to reveal all
that which i revere in you

allow my blood to
warm, thaw and
resurrect the
spring flowers that
drip from your fingertips.