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~

[sweta'karman']

A refreshing write with a silken touch of romancing with words...great..

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WOW! This was truly amazing
Love the flow from beginning to end, the mood was awesome
I love reading books like that. haha Each person is a book, with many many chapters. Some seem to be an unending book/chapter.
Loved this one for sure Craig

[Mary Fioratti]

Wow Craig, you did the BEST in this poem. So subtle, so full of tenderness. So caring, so loving in each detail.
Simply loved it!
*Mary*

[Mark Haines]

Thank you...this makes me want to read my wife, who is so far away with her binder closed to me.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Such beauty, Craig, thank you for sharing... Debileah

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Well, I like the fact that I can read my books anytime I choose and they never complain. (laughing) But if you're into reading minds, mine is just a short story. I guess this is alright if you are a bookworm. But I wonder how a woman feels about being compared to things whose only value is between the covers and when a fellow is done with one he moves on to the next...it might be like the old cowboy who said, " I told her she had just as pretty eyes as my horse...her hair was soft as the mane of my horse and I loved her just as much as my horse...I don't know why she up and slapped me!" (laughing)

[lark1311]

astoundingly beautiful

[anamika]

Awesome!

[Gilad Levanon]

As a writer, I love this comparison. Both sides of it.