synapses | sonnet two posted by imani , Wednesday, June 8, 2011 at 7:03 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

remembering the long, miserable
days of being without the light
that basks me suddenly, restlessly
hungrily, sheepishly aching

for a second, a synapse, a moment
a day starving naked in the
open light, universes break
in silence, that collects itself

in conundrum, that seeks the
sweetness of your stares and the
succulence of your lips,

that spins into an unending
illusion of suns and stars, of heavenly
bodies that orbit around your smile.