crave posted by imani , Saturday, February 19, 2011 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.