synapses | sonnet four posted by imani , Wednesday, June 8, 2011 at 7:06 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

my heart throbs against yours then
my skin crawls only to seek the
heat and sweat that emerge from
your secret fire, a hearth that

warms a sunrise and makes a
sunset envious of your light, a vein
that, with the dead calm, longs for
the red passion of your blood and

the impossible brown haze of your eyes
in the depths of my hands fell aching
for the hours stripped of all thoughts

but keeping you still, unaltered, untouched
begging the fluttering, hastening wind
to carry your kisses over waters.