Book Love

A Poem by Davy Jones

Mystery girl who read!

Warm lights
Wooden shelves
The smell of books
Turned her on
Like no lover.

Silently she walks
Clip clop clip clop
Her heels on the wooden board
Breathing deeply
What suspense do you have for me today?
What book is destined for me today?

And she moves
Slowly, knowingly
Caressing each one
Kissing the back
Reading along, walking along.

But they cannot keep her
Eyes following, the keeper
Oh which one will take her
Its drugging - just to watch her

Like a wand her mind is
That magically summons
The book for today
She follows no writers
She follows no genres
Unstructured is her way

And there it is!
A deep blue book
Flies out the shelf
Lands in her loving hands
And love she makes
And love she reads
Love she smells

Among the shelves
By the window
She finds a corner
To place her elbows

The blue book open
In front of her eyes
Her face cupped
In her own hands

She reads in a trance
Using her mind to turn
Each page by page
Until the keeper returns

The shop bell rings
People shuffle out
Slowly its time
To shut the lights out

She moves not
Until the last page is done
A fast reader she is
That morning she begun.

The keeper knows
The keeper smiles
This has happened
A thousand times

He knows too well
That she's not human
Just a lover
Of things human
Just a junkie
Amongst the humans

Streaming through aisles
She returns with style
Hands him the book
With a wink and a smile

This is the book now
That'll make it to the top
Climbing up very soon
At number one it'll stop

She's not just a reader
But a trendsetter
The book had it since ever
Her fire now set it free!