The Second Came

I fell in love tonight
With forgotten fervour
I find myself feeling
Spine-climbing shivers
Scouring neglected texts
Pondering their marked lines

The skip in my heart beats new again
Impassioned in poetry
I exist to write
In a verse my universe
In a word my world

All-encompassing phonemic climaxes
And a dull ache from vacant years

~ c.p.grisold

© 2004