falling forward posted by imani , Friday, April 9, 2010 at 3:25 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

a stretch of your skin cover from pole to pole
all that which i attempt to hide from
the world, a tear, a drop of blood, a bruise,
a scar with which all desire for you

keep it from healing – but who needs mending?
When this soul goes back and forth between
the sheets of laughter i gathered from
mornings i lied next to you, from midnights

i was caressed by your voice, tones and
shades of holy and pure light that pour
itself steadily upon memories mercilessly

chaining me to the gorge, falling forward
an empty space, a pit, an abyss, a time alone
with you singing to the wind.