persephone | sonnet sixteen posted by imani , Wednesday, February 17, 2010 at 6:35 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

tragedy dispelled amongst caves and ruins
agitated to hasten the fall into a chasm
of fleeting, temporary havoc
that resonate in our sleep, that fumble

in the trembling surface of an unbidden
fruit that crave my mouth, i descend
slowly and without remorse to the
splendor of long, narrow nights

chasing your umbra, more than a celestial
marvel that gather stones of quiet and
patience, you are an infinite delight

that move swiftly across my mind,
that burden me with despair and darkness,
that make of these arms one empty embrace.