Will you enter here and spend time with me,
Between the sheets of the written word?
A private place of fresh-laundered poems.
Will you caress the flesh of a soul laid bare?
Feel the downy silk here,
And the scar tissue there?
Drink in the sight of a naked heart,
The rise and fall of its sensual beat.
Syncopate to the pattern of its complicated rhythms,
Shy not from an intimacy both rare and deep.
Let the sweet resonance join us a while,
Let's forget about form,
Let's forget about style.
For I seek not seduction with my intimate words,
But the pure warm joy of a sensual meeting
Of like hearts far apart
Briefly as one beating.

D.J. Ludlow Copyright 2000.

My view on the essence of pure poetry.