“Silence in the library”, a greeting.
Barebacks lined up, hottest best-sellers,
teasing me to touch their pages.
I pick her and sit on the fireplace chair-
heat emanates. My palms trace her spine,
I undress the cover.
Fingertips on the margins of naked pages.
Feeling the rough paper and smooth plastic,
I surrender to the ink.
Each chapter so intricate.
I lay her body firm on the armrest,
settle the bookmark into her tender center.
My brain high on endorphins,
I close my eyes,
breathe in.
I place the hottest best-seller back on the shelf, still warm from my palms.