Soft beams of rousing golden
Peek through the slits of my blinds, beckoning morning to follow
And I twist the rod
Dancing particles of dust stopping, dropping
Falling into dark
Prophets of a beautiful now
Victims of the desire for a more beautiful tomorrow

I lay
Book thick and full of yellowed wisdom
Wiggling in hands with juicy promises
Of deeper meaning, sharper images, richer wit
In stark contrast to bubble gum pop stars
That rudely blemish the untainted volume of the untrained mind

I crave
And so I peel apart your covers
And I run my fingers over your crinkly paper
Aged by time
Creased with love
Worn by life
And secretly, your woes sigh into my fingertips
But nobody else notices
Aand I relish the feeling

Small print
Neat and black and flowing in copious currents
Spilling down the page
Trills down my spine
Flutters in my heart
Tingles in my toes
And my mind, writing with monotony and melting to soft jelly,
Gasps and reaches for the steady grasp of the intellectual hand
Choking and sputtering from the stark sensation of cold fingers on its back
Pulling it up from the dark, chilled waters
And purging the porous crevices of its brain of dull gray cobwebs
And reaching invasively forward to fill and claim in sharp, crystal detail
Startling, like melting ice down your spine
And I sink into it, too, with relish
And I weep

For, with soft scent of old book
Misty and fragrant in the warm air
Comes vivid experiences

Piano fingers still
As an instrument collapses, weary legs relieved
In curls of smoky andante
And I hear it

A lusty tongue
Curls 'round figure eights of sweet caramel
And I taste it

And a man, posh and educated
Lounges languidly on a bed
Legs curled in silk stockings
Eyes sparkling with lucid thought
Fat curls resting against lush collar
As full lips quirk with amusement
Curl in pleasure
And part in trembling anticipation
Of words, quick and thick with wit,
Spilling liquid out of lips like velvet throw pillows
Or falling gently with softened eyes
Like petals drinking from stray flowers in a sill
Voice low and melodious
I see him

In life
I hear and I forget
I see and I remember
I read and I feel