burning red posted by imani , Wednesday, December 15, 2010 at 9:05 AM, in Labels: freefall

i shall begin this one differently.

you are impatient, you can be very stubborn. you are sometimes condescending, you sabotage perfect moments, 'it's fine' rarely means totally all right for you, you are confident but gets rattled when we begin arguing, you know your skills and capabilities but you keep your quiet when i ramble about literature, you have obsessive-compulsive tendencies and crazy notions

but...

i never have quite seen anyone love my family the way you do, you are one of the most thoughtful, kindest souls i have ever met, you have made me feel so valued, so significant, and you did that when i started questioning my worth, i have never seen a light as bright as yours, or a color as intense, you taught me to love myself by loving me just a bit more every single day, you have made love to and caressed my soul without touching me ~ by simply assuring me that i make you want to dream, you have given me the freedom to embrace the things (flaws and imperfections) that make me human.

i may not have been the first, or the one who has been there the longest, but i know you know i am the one who has offered as much depth as she could ~ when it comes to loving you. i cannot be anybody else but myself ~ my flailing, succumbing, thriving self ~ who cherish that which creates you, ready to hold you still when you are shaken, share a laughter with you after a long and arduous battle, willing to fight for you if it means keeping both of us breathing, this soul never will measure the distance between now and the years ahead of us, instead, it will plant seeds of good memories along the path it shares with you.

embrace posted by imani , at 8:50 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

no exaggerations, no insinuations,
just the pure, unchanged
shadow each breath you take
creates, casting silhouette

on a shameless gaze
where upon touching the
breadth of your soul and
your skin permits this

delirious heart to think
it is the cause, or at least
the answer, then we both

shall lose the mystique
and forge the unforgiving,
metallic stigma of separation.

later posted by imani , at 8:45 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the flowers disintegrating, falling
the truth unroots itself
from the earth arid and parched
the sky stretches out to

a pandemonium, black, listless
clouds drown the roads that
draw from my arms the warmth
of blood and flesh

an ancient despair takes its
refuge in the prism of a
delight i cannot claim

hence i devour solitude and
nourish my faith with the
hope i can be.

intimate posted by imani , at 8:41 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

your eyes stare into the night’s
long, arduous languor
gently seeking the fragrance
of an embrace once halted

by absence, still in the
haunted twilight i wander and
thirst for a familiar name ~
a sound, an echo, a voice

a delicate and elusive flower
that buds and forgets the
tree it fell from

chasing the bright trace
of skin that define an architecture ~
the wonder of an unaltered you.

depend posted by imani , at 8:40 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

infinities found in nothingness
spaces built upon spaces
the halt in your breath
disintegrates and necessitates

a sense of loss, desperation
and desolation fall on
angles and degrees of
blackness, these hands

grow blind without a certain
light, descending, ending,
hesitating, the nights are

now void of color, or was
it your shadow i heard,
your footfall that diminish as you move closer.

linger posted by imani , at 8:31 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

you are a naiad, a creature that
thrives only in my imagination,
the bearer of light and darkness,
the shadow of twilight and alabaster

a shape cast by the mid-day sun,
the fierce heat that leave petals
disheveled, the thought that
mangles the still innocence of water

call upon me, my goddess, so i may
praise and exalt your form, so i
may hymn the language of your

soul, and drown in the silence
of your eyes, resurrect the
stares that deceive shared synapses.