persephone | sonnet thirteen posted by imani , Monday, February 15, 2010 at 7:58 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the sky offers the depth and breadth
of a sun untarnished by haze or orange rays
gazing straight at my eyes, searching, meaning
to find something on an empty alley

and as the night diminishes and eats
the memories we have given birth to
i struggle to catch the air with my
hands bared and scarred

by your absence ~ it sinks, stings, stifles
every living particle that creates me, every
inch of skin, flesh and bones that ache only

for sunrises hummed by your eyes,
for flowers that manifest on the corners
of your heart, beating, dancing peacefully.