spellbound | poem nineteen posted by imani , Wednesday, March 25, 2009 at 2:50 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

my fingers are burning
my lips are scorching
this is the time
to bribe my mouth
with yours
the moment to
pull me closer
as you defy
gravity,
as you alter nature,
as you move infinitely
across
the plains of my
body,
as you dance
wildly in the
corner of my eye.