In Poetry

from Living With Poetry by Howard Lewis Trueman

Most intimate of friendships, thine

Where thought and ink soft intertwine

To rouse and wrest from pageantry

Of word thy Best in poetry

What impulse doth thy music stir

As sinew, bone and body blur

...a strange familiarity

Held heart to heart in poetry

Your murmur melts into my lips

I crave your bloodless fingertips

For who but thee can touch me where

Acquiescence is akin to prayer

And who knew syllables could woo

With nothing but whispers ink-blue

Pressed once-upon-a-page by thee

Who too was wooed by poetry

Thus you, articulate, and I

Hungry for more than bread and pie

Enmesh, not flesh, but soul as we

Meet, mind to mind in poetry

© Janet Martin