My Imagination

Shahla Latifi



As the night breathes

l inhale the gasp of air

Bruised by the past

I clasp my hands to the weave of moonlight with a surprise


My dark hair over the pillow

My heart full of fear

With faithful resentment in my eyes

I find refuge in troubled midnights


As the night grows

His touch

His laughter

The force of his body on mine

Compels my imagination


But sometimes

Many nights and many hours

I remember a slice of the moon

stealthily borrows my sorrows


Along the trampled edges of my mind

The dark weaves of past

Vanishes alongside the layers of the night


Shahla Latifi

February 1st, 2019 

  • Author: Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2019 19:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: Pencil drawing by Ghani
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 90
  • User favorite of this poem: heartbreak.
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  • heartbreak


    • Shahla Latifi

      Thank you for reading this poem.

    • rrodriguez

      The imagery is stupendous and the flow, magnificent. Excellent write...

      • Shahla Latifi

        Dear Rodriguez: It's good to hear from you.
        Your comments are always appreciated.

        • rrodriguez

          Great to see you again.

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