synapses | sonnet thirty posted by imani , Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 1:08 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

summoning the dense midnight air
to wrap your body in its splendor,
my eyes beg for the sight of your
face, the sense of your naked skin,

my loneliness spiraling to a
delirious and intimate want,
or need, to be with the hands
that crave the passionate embrace

of clouds and sunrises,
arguing with the vagueness
of emptiness, emptier still,

lacking the laughter that
resonate in your voice, i lie
waiting, hoping, loving.