against your shore
my waves dither and
collide delicately
like how we are
when our gaze would meet
in the midst
of flames, blaze,
fire
now silently through
the avenues of
seconds stolen from
your sight
i desire to be the
image you carry
even with your
eyes closed.
spellbound | poem twenty three
posted by
imani
, Friday, April 10, 2009 at 8:37 PM, in
Labels:
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