suddenly posted by imani , Monday, March 7, 2011 at 9:49 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

disappointment suddenly takes
shape in murmurs and starving
silences of your heart and mine
my thoughts devour the urge to

hold your hand and instead
replaces it with a grasp, a clutching
of a familiar cloth, my own skin
and this will be the way

until it understands your cause
and your reason, my spirit fragile
from the breaking of voices,

allowing your stares to lacerate
that which exists, even tat which
does not, walking away from a battle.