You
Move
Me---

And all the sudden,
Poetry
Flows
From
These
Veins---

Once dried out
And neglected.
Inspiration lost,
Settled in
For a winter asleep.

One penetrative glance,
Shakespeare’s sonnets
Read aloud
Reverberating
I hear them play, over.

Undoing my composure,
And all I can feel

Everything at once.