Book Lover


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.


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