cycle posted by imani , Saturday, February 19, 2011 at 1:39 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

a revolution, a complete, tangible
resolve, a naked twilight and
a fragile dawn that you clasp
in your hands doubting

there could be a beginning to this end
the taste is bitter yet my mind
unfastens the thread that lock
the memory of your smile and your stare

your incandescent absences make of the
velvet moonlight such a useless and vague
sight, the hollow within me gets emptier still

awaiting a beat, a hum, a rhythm, a dance,
an adagio, a rise and fall between
the breath and sigh of your furtive eyes.