endless posted by imani , Sunday, January 2, 2011 at 2:03 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

your kisses weave and
thread colors into one delicate
and faithful white, telling
the story of an unspoken, ancient

language, my soul falls, helpless,
abandoned, abated, arrested
beyond repair, i crave the natural
element of your desire ~

its scent, its darkness, its malleability,
its openness, its sanctity
my heart now knows that

some infinites are tangible,
that some are profound ~
your eyes, your skin, your love.