High Tastes

My nostrils flared over the words

I savoured each vowel, each consonant

Fingers tapping out the beat that's constant

My roots charged with images activated

Heart racing as my pulse increased

As the life in my blood became unleashed

My toes curled upward

My head come giddy

My face flushed

I joined the ranks of Gibran and Ghazali
Of Rumi, Eliot and Blake

These words my thirst did slake like a fine wine

And I was drunk on poetry divine