what poetry does to me

released,

this lingering taste of euphoria

blazes amongst

this invisible darkness

and it devours my veins.

my sheath

fractures.

warmly,

gently

an elixir of under and above worlds

burns through

and this supple, complex cage

bleeds.

like broken bone on cement

or a heart so deeply in love;

spiritual warfare

dominates.

it throbs, as everything

goes dark.

when that dark comes;

nothing, utter

everything.

trappings

of pure indescribability.

and in comes

such ramblings,

motions of expression,

of realization

light.

preserved

and fleeting.

so-called moments,

periods of culmination,

dancing

among waves of sensation

i see

flurries of webs in my eyes,

constellations

of fluorescent bright

and stray classrooms,

maxed to full volume

from something in me.

playing a piano,

my fingers move along to the symphony

and I swell,

deep in my core

star struck reflections

shoot and dive,

inducing atomic explosions

in this intricate, pulsing phenomenon

that drives this slender figure

to feel love

so dearly

to feel love

so bemusingly so.

an excruciating esse

of familiar frisson

absorbing,

fusing.

i am aroused,

 from what feels like such intoxication

from a taste of

simple poetry,

from a dash of

inspiration.

the kind

that makes you want more.

and this

this entity of a reminder

seduces

foretells

deja senti

and embraces.

It’s an inner fire

that persists,

melts.

i wish

this climax

would never stop.