go for a walk
any day any time and let yourself
into a used
book
store
smell the stale and fresh pulp
of so many
pages
smile at the book
keep
discover the underlying
organization and find your place
in it
stand tall
loitering is encouraged
here
take one finger up
with your eyes
and across the broken
backs
of wellworn
dated issue.
horizontal
stacks
then when you find
the loving one
tap the top of her binding
and pull her out on her
heels
let her fall into
your hand
carry her weight in your
mind over her looks and hold her
lightly now
remember
you are not the first
to know her
and you may not
be
the last
study her face, check out her
behind
if she's suffered the hundred
creases, well... then you know they
fight wars in her name
stop. close the eyes
and breathe
then take another look
uncover her
discover her
open your heart to her
let her font be fashionable
easy on
the eyes
if you are still
into her
begin to get to know her
one word at a
time to answer questions in
the mind
and you will know
by sound of sudden footfalls
behind and around
you
by disorientation
of time. by shifting of shadow
through light
by resurgence of voices
she drowned
upset by
someone dares
speak to you
you will know
by the adrenaline that surges
through you with the pulp freshly
hewn across the ages
by the way she has found
you and reached you now
you hold her unable to let anyone else
in the fuckin' place have
her!
charmed straight
to page one cause it would be
a sin to read anymore
ahead
careless of the
price
you're in love
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