“Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.”
~ Thomas Gray
Beguiling words excite me,
ignite me like a kiss on virgin skin.
I swirl within their vortex;
a hex of sensual rhythm draws me in
with the thrust and pulse of passion,
a fusion of symbolic vim and verve.
Deep meanings send a shiver,
a quiver of delight through every nerve.
As they spurt their pen-nib pleasure,
treasure spills in inky metaphor
and I revel in the glory
of their story ‘til I crave to write some more.
This affair is never ending,
I’m spending pregnant nights within their hook;
each slick linguistic frisson
intrinsic to the birth of every book.
Phew!