persephone | sonnet twenty three posted by imani , Saturday, February 27, 2010 at 4:43 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

this moment is created to annihilate all senses,
to crush and devour all temporary madness,
to torment and beseech the anguish and fear
that come between us, now and here

ravaging the insipid color that balm you,
the moonless music that trap you, pushing
me to fall, recalling only the pain so you may
remind me of love, of longing, of the discovery

of a light that sustains itself, basking
in the air i breathe, these imperfect words
make for a heart that beats only for you

a sonnet that exists only because you
give meaning to it, only because you
fuel the imagination of a poet lost in violence.