The Poem I Once Read Poem by Astell Collins

Poetry creates for me an altered state. I am lured by the expressions of sacred thoughts fixed for delight. My emotional pulse becomes preoccupied as I decide on the article of my souls’ demand. It was simply a particular arrangement of words that captured my curiosity. This process fascinated me as it excites my hunger for more. Why this one and not another? I imagine it is like choosing the wife of your dreams while dreaming. The decision was made by my souls’ discretion. The ceremonial choosing mesmerizes me as my feet trembles at the memory. My palms became moist as I embrace the page upon which my beloved lies awaiting my essence. I inhaled and was immediately filled with words. I needed to breathe into someone.
Without warning it began. It was the title then the first line, followed by the second as I continued. What is this? Suddenly the stranger I sought after emerged. With every spoken word her sensual divinity was revealed, as I meticulously separate the garments from her carnal splendor. The perfect temptation was now known. My eyes wide shut. I was infected with desire as my body liquefied. I knew her thoughts without her lips making them known. Her silent utterances cradled the anticipation of my ability to part her legs.
Her needs though unspoken deafened me. Ecstasy now pursued me. I resisted, fighting only to promote reality. She exhaled whispering, “Possess me”. Dangling dangerously between reality and my imagination, I was conquered. Wearing only the music of the tempo of our hearts, she listened to the stroke of my voice. As I extended my gift for her inside her delicate décor, the written words transformed us both into each other. She was becoming me as I became her. She received me, welcomed me and delighted in my control and supremacy. She echoed the screams of her soul, groaning intensely, she surrendered her will completely over to me. I died and was reborn. Now filled to overflowing, I guided her across the seas of fulfillment. The extravaganza had reached the last line. As I savoured this culmination, I anticipated the next.