persephone | sonnet eight posted by imani , Friday, February 12, 2010 at 11:26 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

just before the dawn awakens all but
a few words here and between my
fingers, the night lashes and curses
the seductive glow of mourning

the motions that permeate the
earth sullen and impetuous
daring the quiet atoms of your denial
elemental and unadorned

do not desist, my lost enchantress
and allow the ember of my tears
fill and rapture the well,

carve myself out of your furtive longing
excise laughter from my bones
and bury my forsaken madness.