Like an insistent lover, you come back.
Run your fingers down my spine.
Steal a breath in my strands.
Caress and stroke.
You leave me wanting more,
Yet keep off the inevitable climax.
You leave a place marking me yours.
To come back
To my words and poetry,
To my paintings and sonnets,
To my hundred dreams and magical tomorrows,
To my depths of despairs and haunting misery
I am everything you want and so much more.
There are billions like me yet we are all unique.
There are billions like you yet you are all different.
Our love affairs are secret and surreal.
Bound by the ink of my body, the bouquet of my pages
And the emotions flickering across your eyes.
Our love saga penned by another
Assembled and enhanced by you and me.
A book on your shelf.
Ah! The smell of old books. Did you know there is a beautiful word “biblichor” inspired by petrichor? Enjoy your weekend with a good book! 🙂