poetry diary

I found them almost accidentally,
and on my screen just grey on white –
cold to the touch (I tested this, later)
But as I read my whole soul leapt,
and fire, not snow, flew upwards –
through my chest and arms,
entered my heart (and head too)
swirling, eating, biting – then flowing, settling,
to a complete certainty – completely consumed
by your words, I’m yours. Take me now.

© 2010 Matthew Rhodes