synapses | sonnet fifteen posted by imani , Sunday, June 26, 2011 at 5:55 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

i have wringed my heart of all
pain yet its wounded beat still
calls for your name so fervently,
as if we never confronted death,

as if no end exists, as if the twilight
holds no bounds, and that is
because i could not bear not
being with you, when life is

fleeting and love is elusive, this soul
fastens itself to fragments that
remind us of imperfections and

repercussions, of forgiveness and
redemption, of more good than
bad, so let me take your hand again.