of parted embraces
then parched flesh
the moment
shackles me as it
circles through
the dead prism
of water,
the intimate
farewell of
lovers whose
sanctity and ignorance
are lost
in the night
that defeated
their senses.
consumed | poem thirteen
posted by
imani
, Tuesday, October 20, 2009 at 9:40 PM, in
Labels:
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