intimate posted by imani , Wednesday, December 15, 2010 at 8:41 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

your eyes stare into the night’s
long, arduous languor
gently seeking the fragrance
of an embrace once halted

by absence, still in the
haunted twilight i wander and
thirst for a familiar name ~
a sound, an echo, a voice

a delicate and elusive flower
that buds and forgets the
tree it fell from

chasing the bright trace
of skin that define an architecture ~
the wonder of an unaltered you.