persephone | sonnet one posted by imani , Monday, February 1, 2010 at 10:56 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

leaves descend upon the arid nothingness of
forgotten embraces, haunted only by the faint
memory of your eyes withdrawn from all
that makes sense, this earth waiting for

an apparition, a ghost, a phantom
a sharp remembrance of sweetness,
like the timid succulence of cherries
at dawn, like the fleeting tenderness of your

hands that move me like no one else can
like no one else will be permitted to
rushing the autumn to disappear into

a pallid, tormented sheathe of paper that
breaks and distorts itself through time
lingering for you.