Sleeping with BooksA Poem by Cynthia SharpInhaling the exhilarating bouquet of new print by the golden glow of the reading lamp, I taste little pieces of prose, then fall all the way in, comforted in the texture of pages, soft as sun-warmed Belinda’s Dream roses, inviting the inscription of free verse rhythms in the sleeve.
Highlighters and ink stars bleed wild flowers across aqua-coloured Egyptian cotton sheets. Water lilies blossom in the sapphire satin blanket, spirals of petals and sepals arising like northern lights over Greenland. Sipping jasmine tea, in bed with my books, my soul unto itself, I speak aloud my deepest revelations of passion and awe, how much I love the home they are to me. © 2015 Cynthia Sharp
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StatsAuthorCynthia SharpVancouver, CanadaAboutI'm an author and poet who loves to walk in the exquisite beauty of nature. Looking forward to reading the collection of poems here! more.. |