persephone | sonnet twenty one posted by imani , Friday, February 19, 2010 at 7:20 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

lost in remembering, i would rather be in your
arms than breathe alone, the veil of your pain
hide me from the world and this senselessness
begins to corrupt what i thought could be endless

starved, the arrogant, blinding grin of the
sun shackle and stifle my own light, and
i cast a web of idle firedream to the
languishing, exhausting yearning

at last to find you finding me again,
twisting in airlessness, the slow, insipid
motion of twilight seek the bitter

kiss from my lips meant to wait in loneliness
for you, trembling, arresting the sweet, clenching
vagueness of your face in the darkness.