savage light | poem nineteen posted by imani , Thursday, February 5, 2009 at 7:17 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

as you might have
whispered, uttered, confessed
all the roads lead to me
but this time,
when the sweetness of
your lips and
the softness of
your skin ~ implacable,
unforgiving, unyielding
the scents of
spring takes me to
a place of wonder
to devour and walk
down the roads
that lead to you.