persephone | sonnet twenty two posted by imani , Saturday, February 27, 2010 at 4:42 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

my memory fragmentary, the seasons and lines
create tangents only i can fathom, an impoverished,
constant war that rages between wanting you
and desiring to be who i am alone

yet the suffocating distance begs me to
see the naked, pure, simple curves that
glorify your body, fabricating dreams and
wishes, your skin and the way it feels

under my fingertips haunt and gratify
neglected senses that adore you, embracing
all atoms and particles that assemble

the beauty you always have carried,
the grace that drench your innocent, unbecoming
soul, the fire that cannot be tempered nor contained.