persephone | sonnet fifteen posted by imani , Monday, February 15, 2010 at 7:59 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

discerning and dismantling the inevitable pain
congruent to the deafening pandemonium of
this universe and of this soul loathing the
circumstances that gave me you

but how do the secrets escape the jaded
reflection of you and me, without measures,
without confines or traces that resonate
the bitter yearning to call you my own

when a gaze sets everything on fire, even
when our eyes do not meet, writhing and hiding
beneath the massive, staggering design of

your hands, stuttering as I lay in awe of
the forgetful, deceiving stretch of memory that
captures nothing of that which is divine.