With flame of love and passion
I read poetry.
Letting its words dance upon
vellum screen.
My senses attune
to flow of prose
as each verse becomes like string of pearls.

Words open my consciousness,
as visions move within third eye view.
Jargon tickles  heart,
allowing scenes painted by a poets
pen-like brush to be read
with awe.

Sometimes, poems circulate within,
gently embracing like a hug.
Other times, the words hit home
causing a flood of emotions to surface.

With flame of love and passion, I whisper
hungry day and night to read
a penned masterpiece.
Whisper, my gratitude for
art and artist
that is a gift.