SHE IS A BOOK

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She is a breathing book

each night I touch her pages

delicately turn to find

her heart in letters

written by her hand…

 

Scent of vanilla

soft and sensuous

unveiling another thought

another smiling memory

another intimate piece of her…

 

And I read with such abandon

across her pages

my fingers trailing

her soft paper skin…

 

In her sighs

she speaks of

stories and sonnets

history and fantasy

blue skies and silvery silks…

 

I hear her voice

in the pages

wanting to know her

every line

every word

every letter…

 

Now I take her into me

share my book with her

until we know

can read each glance

each whisper

each touch…

 

She is a book

and I love to read her pages…

Reviews

[M.Babu]

"Now I take her into me
share my book with her
until we know
can read each glance
each whisper
each touch…"

Poetical Prowess!!! This was fantastic! From the subtle flow to the image at the beginning to set the mood of the piece....you crafted an intelligently phrased piece. The type so delicately thought of that i cannot help but be enthralled in the book (pun intended) :)

This is great work! A nice start to my day:)

~M.Babu~

[tiffanyrenee]

I love how you use the words! If anyone could read my writings thatd be great :)

[An owl on the moon]

Thanks for stopping by! I'll be right there to read you! :)

[tiffanyrenee]

Thank you for your review :)

[oxo]

got to add this in my favorites! very beautiful!

[elizabethray]

This is beautifully written, I really enjoyed it.

[Alexandria Reece]

This is too amazing to try to disservice it with compliments!! Going into my favourites!

[Joel A Doetsch]

Fanstastic ecstacy, sir.

[Tate Morgan]

I have felt a woman to be such a hidden mystery i suppose it isnt hard to imagine her a book.Eloquent my friend But i expect that from you very well done.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

This is an excellently crafted poem that is brilliant in its poetic metaphor, comparing a woman to a book. Women are creatures of mystery - they are inconceivably difficult to understand but like a magnet their uniqueness invites passionate study and care. Your poem conveyed that deep and profound, consuming desire to "read" a lovely lady whose pages seem to never fully fill your heart's curiosity. The word choice are appropriately expressed with intensity and meaning - that's where its beauty lies. Bravo!

[Pax]

another great work. she's the pages i want to read.

[A Black Rose]

Awesome! Well Written. Captivating. I love it, Did I say Awesome?