synapses | sonnet twenty eight posted by imani , Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 1:05 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

and so the sighs we’ve let out
a thousand times shaped the
moments we have started claiming,
the light stabs the darkness

like ink on paper, releasing
delusions we’ve held and kept,
sonnets written in secrecy, awaiting
nothing but the perfect time

to show them to you, but emptiness
expels its own fruit ~ the wisdom
and sense of being with you

then without you, wounding
cold, relentless, unforgiving
mornings i uttered your name to no end.