love posted by imani , Wednesday, September 15, 2010 at 3:42 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

your leaving gave this body
its armor and its poison
glancing on every window
that might resurrect your

reflection, the night dies
of envy, as i remember the
shape and the lines
that define your face, the

flaws and atoms of
your blood that desire me
tell me how to escape the

definite plunge, of wanting
all that makes you touch,
bear and afflict me once again.