beckoned posted by imani , Sunday, December 13, 2009 at 9:20 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

by the ceaseless, irrepressible
want for you to be
closer to me than
you were before
the clouds shift and
move to cover
your lonesome, captivating
sweetness
struck by your revenge,
and arrested by your
ardent, burning eyes
i am left with the thought,
the strand, the piece
of reverie that describes
you taking me
this time.


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