kiss posted by imani , Friday, September 24, 2010 at 3:33 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

little by little the hours
painfully and slowly turn
the afternoon basked in
mist recedes to an

evening sheathed with stars
the air filled with glances
and gazes stealing your
fleeting and momentary pain

that erupt from my absence
but do not fear love, my soul
awaits a fragment, a moment

i shall hold your face with my
bare hands, feel the fire
that thrives and burns under a kiss.