synapses | sonnet twenty four posted by imani , Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 12:59 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

your laughter the trembling of
snow falling over my hands
and my mouth, letting you simply
to define the borders and

nature of this poetry, of a heart
that basks in the existence of
these words without death,
as if we were summoned to

create infiniteness which falters
to broken despair and desire,
aching to subdue a trilogy

of fire, an immortal light
that begs for peace and twilight
~against all known clarity.