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~

[Katherine]

Beautiful! I loved the mix of simile and truth.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Yes, indeed, you are a very lucky guy! This poem was perfection, right down to the picture that you chose to present with it. To find that special someone, who knows what you are feeling without words, is amazing.

[Arthur Henn]

Yes you are my brother. What a written canvas of prose this was. Yes, there is nothing better than having a book in the hands, much better than a book reader. I don't care for them. Its not the same as having the real McCoy in our hands.

The pic you choose is superb, brother

[Sethnicity]

Beautiful! plain and simple allusions great work my friend.

[KAREN]

Very good. Each and every line is like a story of love. Excellent writing. So romantic!

[Marie Harrison]

I love the thought of our dearest loved one, being compared to a book. To me it's very true. Each person has shelves full of stories and events to tell. Their bodies have scars and bad memories recorded that the senses unfurl. You could live with someone a hundred years and still not be able to read all of their book, for some pages are hidden from your view. Lovely poem.

[Judy Ponceby]

Brilliant, beautiful. Full of desire. Lovely write. Love the rhythm and flow of this :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Craig, this was beautiful! The title drew me right to this poem. The words was soft, romantic and loving. WOW!

[~ Vicki ~]

Very nice!