Countless Lives Within Her Pages

Oh, how I love to read a delicious book…

I lay beside her… sensing a soft smile as I reach... my fingers caressing her soft spine… heart racing at the thought of uncovering her mysteries... opening and moving within her.. a story unfolding… she holds a honeyed treasure beyond worth… mine for the taking…

 

Her words bring raptured ecstasy as she speaks to me in luxuriant rhymes and verdant prose, chapter on chapter… hour by hour… my eyes roving and roaming… I play with her soft, cream sheets in my fingertips... fondling her form within…

 

Licking my lips as I read her… losing myself in her worlds... created for me… my mind releasing her enchanted story… My eager eyes yearn for her... gazing line by line…

 

Her back covered in soft silk… pleasure prefaced... our lips making introductions as I utter her words…she has a delicate autumn leaf I unfold, breathing in the fragile fragrance…

 

Living countless lives within her pages...  I explore her…interpret her life… devour her again... until every page is crinkled and creased with the oils from my hands... and the letters fade from her worn pages…

 

Stirring into the midnight hours… exhausted now… I finish my treasure...  sighing in sweet release... setting her on my nightstand beside the bed... rubbing the fore edge one more time... closing my eyes in sweetest thoughts of her uninhibited tales … walking with her into dreams...

Author's Note

“Lord! When you sell a man a book you don't sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night - there's all heaven and earth in a book, a real book...” ~ Christopher Morley

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Graceful word painting of how a love affair with book(s) might unfold. Excellent vagueness that could be describing the sensory between people, or the enjoyment of this inanimate object. All of us writers, of course, thrive on your main point about how reading is sustenance (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Valentine]

I always was an avid reader, had hundreds of books. All sold at auction when I sold all and moved north when I lost my husband. I lost the urge for most things when I lost him. It is time for me to get busy reading and writing, oh yes and also painting. Maybe your write will be an inspiration for me. Valentine

[An owl on the moon]

Reading your words and praying this for you, that your heart will find inspiration again, beautiful and deep. That you will find peace in reading, in writing, in painting. Thank you for being such an endless blessing to us all here.

[Karmee]

I enjoyed this write, really liked the last stanza the best.

[Robert Haigh]

The book analogy (with love or sex) has been done many times before, but you use great subtlety here, putting doubt in the reader's mind. Ostensibly a poem extolling the virtues of a book, this poem is clever and quite amusing. Great books do have character, of course, and even personality - especially a REAL book, rather than an e-book! A very well written poem.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for your encouraging words, Robert. And I fully agree; real books have distinctive styles, and sizes, and scents, and truly have beautiful personalities. :)

[Tessa Melendez]

Oh my God! You had me thinking this was some kind of...intimate thing about a time with a girl or something... The ending was like a plot twist, laughing at the reader saying, "HA HA! You thought it was the narrator talking about intimacy!! GOTCHA!! It was a boookkk!!" I was kind of laughing at that point. A very good piece, dear amazing poet.

[An owl on the moon]

I am very glad I could twist things up just a little for you, dear friend! Thank you for your kind words! May you find endless books that keep you smiling and so deeply alive. :)

[Tessa Melendez]

You're welcome.
As long as there is Barnes and Noble or other bookstores I shall NEVER run out of books to read...EVER!! lol.

[An owl on the moon]

Haha! May there ever be bookstores! Please!!! :D

[Tessa Melendez]

Lol. My parents joke that Barnes and Noble is my house. I love that store so much. If bookstores ever disappear...I fear where the world is headed....

[SleeplessVolcano]

Ahhhhh.....time stands still when we get lost within her pages......particularly when the last page is finished at 3am....

I am in the "between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place" position right now where various plots are flirting with my paper thin creativity to give birth to something worth reading......how that feeling? :D

I am hoping to say soon that writing a story is more fun than reading one....:P

[An owl on the moon]

So very glad for your kind words, and that your inspiration is alive and flowing through you... even in the early hours! Yes, writing is what makes the story come alive so you can read it again and again. :)

[Lydia Shutter]

On first read, I thought this was tender and elegant sensuality in a poem of love, Craig. Then I realized this was about a book...a love poem for a book. I can identify with that. As poets, we love words. We drink them in, weigh them, allow them to capture our souls. A dreamy magical write, my friend. Lydi**

[An owl on the moon]

Yes, dear Lydi, yes. Words are sweet and sacred wonders. And sometimes, one we know becomes as a living book for us, and we never wish to stop reading the pages.

[Ruth]

This totally rocks but I'd expect no less :) Always an immense pleasure to pop by and read you hon...such an in-depth belter of a piece :)

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, Poppy! From a musician such as yourself, to totally rock is a beautiful compliment indeed. :)

[Cobblestone Traveler]

What an excellent piece. It draws you in and leaves you breathless. Enjoyed the read!

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, dear Traveler. May you always find a good book to light your nights.

[thetish]

What profound ability to share your feelings, your thoughts. Stunning.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much. Your words lift me today.