touch posted by imani , Sunday, October 24, 2010 at 6:53 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the lavender scent of your voice
that seeks without seeing, finding
its way through the darkness,
a sudden, inexplicable rush

of blood through my veins,
i rouse like a rhythm lost in
twilight, defied and defeated
by hands that travel this

familiar territory, our moans
that leave this room dense
and solemn, catching a fire

that ascends, transcends and provokes
the yearning that carve and bruise
a battle i have surrendered to you.