And it grips the poets heart

At any moment.

And they are left breathless,

Adrenaline coursing through

The body.

What words?

How to say?

How to draft with the heart

A picture?

And they might be left stumbling,
For more words

To find

No words.

And pretend like nothing

Left them stunned as time stopped,

The

Out of body experience.

Just

Like that.

At any given instant

The ecstasy in every cell

Becoming poetry.