years posted by imani , Sunday, January 2, 2011 at 2:02 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the vacant hours stare
into your gaze filled
with the ardor and languor
of fire, mercilessly excising

tears and laughters from
what once was an empty
hand, which your lips now
burden with a definite,

exact, amber light, the haunting
color of your eyes and what
i would imagine the rest

of your unarmored body
tastes like, and as seconds
spin into hours, days become years.