persephone | sonnet five posted by imani , Friday, February 5, 2010 at 7:00 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the moon spun from her eyes like mirrorball
in the dense, broad, cathartic luminescence
of my tangled thoughts i catch her fervid
stares one by one, fiber by fiber

and allow, with my hands, to breathe and exalt
each fading memory, every unjaded molecule
that sings to her, as her wings open to caress
the wind caught in the dimmest angle of daylight

these words forlorn in the unraveling of seconds
destined to be ignited by a lonely passion,
a desolate rage, a final cause

to die at last in your arms, in your air and in your glances
to beg and to suffer sweetly, willfully,
ardently tasting the fractures of your stone.