synapses | sonnet twenty seven posted by imani , Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 1:03 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

this heart take the bruises from
loving you too hard, and neglects
the idea that it is illogical,
when the waters inscribe you

entirely and lets your soul
levitate, aching without bounds,
the air becomes my witness as
eras hasten to shards of

light and murmurs of loss
sink the economy of unblemished
laughter and stares

seeking your synapses, your
blessing, your naked hands,
reaching out to touch me.