A Literal Tryst

How a random choice can be a true adventure

My vice is to choose a book at random

From off the library shelf

A book timeworn, a bit forlorn

That sits alone, all by itself

I like that slight crackle 

That comes from it’s spine

That warm musty odor reminiscent

Of newly uncorked wine

It can be just a brief conversation

Or perhaps a grand revelation

That momentary…temporary?

Meeting of minds

Yet at times these random authors

Take hold of my mind 

Makes me an unwilling and unwitting

Hostage…with a great opening line

So I enter into a random liaison that will end 

in but a week or so 

With a literal random stranger

Who ends up in my hand in my bed

And shares my night lamp’s glow

But this chance encounter as always, 

Must come to an end

T’was no more than a passing delight

Twas just a book, chosen at random

…A stranger in the night… 

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Books hold many eye opening revelations, but you must open them first. Well done and I especially like the smell of the books, like an old cork. Nice.