persephone | sonnet fourteen posted by imani , Monday, February 15, 2010 at 7:59 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the days and nights endure being haunted
by a flame that thrives slowly in the
incandescent shadow your body makes
in the silence, in the mystery of things

to come ~ in the perpetual unraveling of
the unknown, the secrets heaved clandestinely
under stars and clouds and comets that
lurk in the darkness, of majestic, celestial

beings t hat deceive my eyes, closer, nothing
remains, just the smoke and vagueness
of our fears and the clarity of muted

desires burning, consuming, colliding,
carving itself upon the tangible thoughts laced
with ripples of this unending fall.