(I was thinking about good writing and this strange little poem thought itself into existence.)
I am turned on by letters mingling on a page
Forming words that evoke images
I am excited by the way a writer arranges their words
With care and precision
If they strip down to their bare selves
Exposing their truths,
I am ecstatic.
I aspire to be like them,
To take a reader’s breath away
In a moment of pure delight.