synapses | sonnet one posted by imani , Wednesday, June 8, 2011 at 7:00 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

in the lack of tangible things
to describe you, i shall attempt
to wrap your nakedness with the
haze of words, and what they

ought to mean in this universe,
when shadows were what it all was,
silhouettes tangle themselves in
the night with the hovering scent

of passion drenched wildly with
fire, the oranges and reds of this
memory swinging back and forth

to frames of dreams and reality,
the beating seconds harbored by
the delight of punctuations.