as if posted by imani , Saturday, February 19, 2011 at 1:45 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the thunder make the skies swell with
an inevitable ache, my mind drowns in
the pleasure of anaesthesia ~ in its
simplest, rawest form ~ which is a being

named you ~ a being whom I named my
prayer and desire, my reason and my
battle, now the hours lay on the bed
awaiting your gentle mercy to decide

its fate, the anger of rain drench the
flowers that thirst for light, and i am
moved by the sudden, gaping void in

my room, now without you, now helplessly
remembering the seconds you held
my body as if it were your own.

crave posted by imani , at 1:44 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

your eyes brimming with petals
of unknown flowers, craving the next
weeping moment, or the second that
holds your laughter unseen but thundering

a heart that desires the heedless, selfish
prism that carry the waves that
you have given existence to, suddenly
all the things you hide emerge from

a vague sense of drowning, clasping the
shadow your gaze makes, grasping for
one, final, harrowing breath

entangled to the dark, bristled
tethers of my mind, haunted by the
drifting scent of your skin.

stray posted by imani , at 1:39 PM, in Labels: freefall

my thoughts stray to you this very moment, and there is nothing that embraces my heart in this wild and pensive afternoon save your fire ~ everything that i can recall of you. the fire in your spirit, the gentleness of your gaze, the compassion in your touch, the bravery of your words. i am missing you terribly, my love. i couldn’t bear having to sleep on my bed alone. i have a confession to make. i don’t believe i still know what it is like to spend my days alone. i have grown familiar with your laughter and sigh, your stories which you utter just before we head to slumber. and now i am seeking the sound of your voice. and let me tell you this, my love. there is nothing quite like it. there is no one quite like you. there couldn’t be. and how fortunate am i for having stumbled upon you, or, waiting just long enough so you may find me. you have sustained me the past year and a half, and i know i’d be counting my blessings every single day, for the rest of my life.

so, thank you. none of which i have ever mentioned, done, or written would suffice to show you and let you know just how much you mean to me, how much of my life you have changed for the better. even when my body is tired after a long day of work and toil, i do not want to do anything right now but think of you. you crowd my thoughts and keep my heart beating, and even when the daily craziness of my life suffocates me and pushes me to the edge, looking at you and hearing you is enough to lift my spirit. i do not know how you do it, but I now believe that some things, or in this case, some beings are made only of two things ~ love and magic. that is you. there hasn’t been anything you have created or uttered that weren’t made of those. your love resembles the peace after a storm, the flowers that blossom after a hard and unforgiving winter, the dawn that follows dusk. thank you for making me realize that there is much goodness in life than i thought it held for me. you were that gift, that wonder, that surprise that was waiting for me in the end. and who would have thought that the end would afford me a new beginning? thanking you would be one of those that i could do, but more than these words i engrave on paper, i want you to know, understand and believe that i will love you, in the face of harshness, impatience, or lack of understanding.

i would never let the world win. for you have become greater than this world. you have become its reason and its origin. you have become the axis that permits it go go around. you have become the universe. i will not stop, i will remain. i love you as ever.

cycle posted by imani , at 1:39 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

a revolution, a complete, tangible
resolve, a naked twilight and
a fragile dawn that you clasp
in your hands doubting

there could be a beginning to this end
the taste is bitter yet my mind
unfastens the thread that lock
the memory of your smile and your stare

your incandescent absences make of the
velvet moonlight such a useless and vague
sight, the hollow within me gets emptier still

awaiting a beat, a hum, a rhythm, a dance,
an adagio, a rise and fall between
the breath and sigh of your furtive eyes.

curve posted by imani , at 1:37 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

your eyes, lonesome and listless
wondering if my hands would
ache for and seek the plains and
contours of your body i have

adored, desired, hailed in silence
suddenly, i thought to myself
why dare the days and nights that
would unfold after this very moment

when you can claim and exalt
the next ten years ~ see me
year, discover, discern and delight in

the scars and flaws that make you
the lines and curves that define
the one i love, my flame and my lifetime.

react posted by imani , at 1:36 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

leaning into the conundrum
seeking how you would react
to the feel of my skin
labored with the heady,

amorous, purple haze
of flesh, you reap the breadth
of this soul, broken and dissembled
by a sigh, i await

the next touch with bated
breath, mourning as the hour
passes, inevitably, the ink

seeps into the papyrus,
the way my lips would crave
for the metallic taste of your waters.