The Mistress of WordsA Poem by hanzabonanzaI step into your
sanctuary golden ticket in one hand,
book in the other the dusty tomes are calling
out but your eyes are
stronger I move towards your
desk with fluid steps and
beating heart open the drawbridge of
your eyes and let me in. I slide the book
across the desk and fleetingly our
hands meet the shock passes up my
arm and your lips twist up at my reaction I am the big bad wolf I devoured the book and now I am going to
devour you. the books you give me
are an offering each time sacrificing
a part of yourself, to me but let go even
further I want more than just
your mind. the hush of the place
presses down on me I hear everything I feel everything the fall of an eyelash
on your cheek the swish of your
skirt round the corner as we walk further
into this labyrinth you pick out the book and softly place it in my hands. time and time again we
repeat this pattern working our way down
the shelves and through the
knowledge of your mind. each book is a layer
of clothing coming off each word I read is a
honeyed kiss from your lips to
mine. one night I stay til
after closing and we dine on Keats,
Blake and Byron. an education in
seduction and seduction by
education. by both the words and by
their Mistress. the books we
worshipped fall in a riot of colours
and noise shattering the silence
of the library but we have no time
for words now only the rushing need
of this moment. now we are no longer
fiction like a dream in our
sleep or words confined to a
book we have stepped out of
the page and into reality © 2013 hanzabonanza |
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Added on April 13, 2010Last Updated on February 26, 2013 AuthorhanzabonanzaUnited KingdomAboutExcitable. Insane. Generally someone you want to avoid. Easily distracted by a cumulus nimbus. more..Writing
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