Am falling apart, unconsciously
Riding willingly to the flow
Of honora, if I lose it
I'd slow
On the round face
Of dark-skinned body fitted in denim
Your mild smile, losses my lace
Frankly, in a love like denim.
When you cross my mind
I'd lie down with your thoughts
Stirring my pre-conscious mind
A lovely trap, in it am caught.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.