Romance
a made bed
with fresh warmth
tangle around my body.
A stack of books
with pressed dreams
and love is a crisp page
in my nervous hands.
How sweet the ink
on fingertips
and I soak up
each curve
of the letters
and the plot
hovers on my tongue.
Tonight hums
and I whisper
out each name
as I follow the sun
to bed.
Poetic Trials 