consumed | poem twenty five posted by imani , Thursday, November 19, 2009 at 11:27 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

your bends of
thought,
the ‘while’ taking
too long,
apropos,
the innate sound
of a weakened silence
my words tremble
through the curves
of your mouth
as the cigarette
touches the uncanny
twists of your
bones,
the smoke and
light ascends,
the fragile
earth of my body
battered by
the unconsumed
ghosts that lay
hidden in my
wake,
my eyes circle the
inevitable,
the distant flower
of hurts and
misunderstood pain
accepting its fate,
spiraling to its
conclusion.