roads posted by imani , Friday, November 20, 2009 at 7:30 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the landscape of your
soul is burdened
with mysteries and
untruths, a chasm
of wild, ravaging
simplicity - of your
stares that give
birth to fire
feeding on the intimacy
of motionless twilights,
left with infinities
smaller than the ones
that spring from
your lips,
the nagging, relentless,
somber days
without you,
impossibilities making me
linger still.