Ravishing Poetry
True poetry is not just beauties, thoughts
Or feelings. It is something other, more.
It listens more like complicated knots
Awaiting Alexanders for its roar
To be released. The poem, once unloosed
Inside the non-Platonic cavern of
Your mind, is like a virgin’s thrills seduced.
Seduction is enough, no need for love.
Morality is not required. The need
Packed into poetry hides, seething deep.
The poem wants your mind to thrust its seed
Inside the slickened tightness, thrust in, steep.
Swept up inside the knot, cold, slick with might,
Your sword will find the poem’s hidden height.
~ Phillip Whidden