persephone | sonnet nine posted by imani , Friday, February 12, 2010 at 11:26 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

she played an air on the piano
striking the keys with ardor and
thoughtful passion, relentless,
unswerving, obliterating

the sharp resonances that bring
me to dark, senseless nights
alone and powerless to stop
the racing heart left to fade

awaiting the thundering sound
of your familiar hands, the slender
fingers that caress me within

and without, the light in your eyelids
like the flesh that throbs and aches,
drown the isles that yearn for you.