12.15.12

Beneath the words, an image-

It begins slowly,
Soft eyes savoring
each tiny syllable

And then the pressure grows,
Hunger driven focus
Conjugating souls

Fervor spreads the mind
To rhythms unexplored
Senses leap and quicken
Reaching out for more

Vermilion ecstasy
Breath-stuttered awe
Rising up of poetry
Body in hurrah

And then the rushing peace,
the quiet lull of rapture

In beautiful release,
arcs forever after.