Poetry In Motion

If I close my eyes and let go of every emotion....I feel.
The words like warmth, start rising from within.
Layering my heart, my body, my soul, until past and present collide in clarity....
Yes, sometimes even
s-t-r-u-c-t-u-r-e.

And when the heat becomes to much to bare, my minds internal inferno roaring.
My watering of words can't sustain the appropriate speed to save the beautiful white plain ahead,  as my page melts away from underneath me, and I forget what kindled the fire to begin with.