persephone | sonnet twenty six posted by imani , Saturday, February 27, 2010 at 4:44 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

winter emerges scathed by the ardent longing,
fuming rage, tempestuous fire that
your hands nurtured, impressions of us
precipitate after a dark age of absence

and desolation, my words fueled by
the necessary ache i gather from what
we once had, sustained by a trace of breath,
an iota of unsaid glances that hurl itself

in my slumber, the savage, forceful, unremitting
muse that cage my heart solemnly inside
her palm, mourning for madness lost

under the lamina of your peace and grace,
seeking no other mouth but yours to caress
the skin that cloak my naked desire.