leaving posted by imani , Monday, November 23, 2009 at 2:53 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the night arrives
treacherous and tarnished
with the unaltered
yearning for you ~
my Svengali captor
~ a temptress and a sleepwalker
urging, pushing, taking me
to the bounds of
reason and unreason,
fumbling, falling
deeper still,
a rush of blood in my veins
a high on the glistening
saccharine of your smile
awaiting the next darkness
to unfold.