consumed | poem twenty four posted by imani , Thursday, November 19, 2009 at 11:26 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

beneath the silken
night sky
the seconds expel
the lingering scent
of the silk
that covered your
nakedness,
mirroring your
shadow,
your uninterrupted,
bright and
furtive smile
pushes my soul
to collapse
like leaves descending
into the lips
of autumn,
the days change
in your skin,
earth and
rain
collides.