synapses | sonnet six posted by imani , Thursday, June 9, 2011 at 9:13 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

to seek the living particles of your
deep songs, the lamentable midnights
you found yourself alone, so i may
gather your wonder in my hands

and tell you that nothing has changed,
that you are and were and never
have been resurrected to any other
form save the unbreakable,

irreplaceable you, the invisible fragments
of your laughter, or the childish sobs
you nurse when we are apart

come alive to surrender
to your near-perfect love, i dread the
hours i would be empty of your gaze.