with red roses... posted by imani , Thursday, May 28, 2009 at 4:09 PM, in Labels: something else

every night i empty my heart
but by morning it is full again
slow droplets of you seep
into the night’s soft caress

at dawn i overflow
with thoughts of us
an aching pleasure
that gives me no respite

love cannot be contained
the neat packaging of desire
splits asunder
spilling crimson through my days

long, languishing days
that are now bruised
tender with yearning

still searching for a fingerprint,
a scent, a breath
you left behind.