Vogue Poem by Steve Woodward

I’ve more issues than the back catalogue of Vogue.
Vogue, Vague, Uninspiring.
But if you were to read every one
I would hope that you find
Some article that takes your fancy

An image of some sun drenched sepia sky
And question me on it.
The origin of some species
More Darwin than daring

To find root, find water
Make sense of the words as your mouth
forms the soft vowels like kisses
Each consonant a bite

You turn my life over in your hands
Page by page
You speak my words
And the pages gloss over in ecstasy.