In Love With Words On A Page

I've fallen in love  
With words on a page
That reach into my soul
And jolt me alive  
Like sticking a fork  
Into an electrical socket  
When curiosity overrides
The caution and boredom, in need  
Of a stimulating connection  
 
While my insides blush  
Long before I fall  
Head first into the worlds  
Created in the fascinating mind of…  
Well, the who doesn’t matter
It’s what they create  
The magic of words
That dance there way  
Into my psyche  
And seep  
Into my pores
Until my veins bleed with them  
And nothing else matters
But that moment of bliss
Lost in exquisite literature  
 
And I know better
Than to fall for a poet  
With beauty pouring  
From their fingertips
Caught in a series of moments  
And ideas  
Expunged from the soul  
In a flurry of words
For the world to see  
When I barely register
On their poetic radar  
For poets are more  
Than the sum of their words  
Painted on a page
In a moment of passion  
And inspiration  
 
So, I’ll content myself  
With poetic forks  
Shoved into electrical sockets  
While I continue to fall in love  
With more words on a page  
Created by a poet
That speaks to my soul  
If not my heart of hearts
Which seems to be deluded anyhow  
 
© Indie Adams 2012