Poetic Intimacy

I awoke beside

a beautiful poem.

Its warm,

sweet, breath

upon my face.

Sleeping upon

twisted linen,

baring its

naked truth

with such grace.

Its love-soaked

verses spawned

one by one,

throughout

the night.

Its soft,

smooth lines,

glistening in

the dawn’s

first light.

Its vulnerable

innocence

inspiring,

encouraging

me to write.

~v