shore posted by imani , Sunday, October 24, 2010 at 6:41 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the timid, tingling feeling
that glides down my spine,
like intricate, minute
particles, almost invisible

fabricate nights and dawns
bound by ardor, clamoring
for moments that carry your
sigh to my mouth, my soul

to yours, the rain shroud
what would be my naked desire
like water, slowly soaking

the arid space that
is my body, recalling nothing
save the beat of your furtive heart.