Slowly reading allowing pronunciation to roll, tighten and fold a whispering tongue orripplelipspucker and smack stretching jaw and morphing mouth, tongue to teeth, placid cheek and fading hushhhhhhhh.
What grips me at times is not just the content, nor style of a poem, but how when some poems are read sensually slowly, how vowels and consonants pulse physically and audibly. Sometimes I forget this joy of poetry