brambles posted by imani , Sunday, November 29, 2009 at 11:31 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

chastised to the brambles and thorns
that emerge from your timid stares
the bright, intense emeralds that
follow my shadow
shaken by your touch,
still as a stone
drenched by the waters of your
fragrance
lost and lonesome in the recollection
of how you uttered my name,
of winters and solitude
of searching and waiting.