~Bookstore Seduction~ (mature content)
Aug 26 '04
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........books totaling thousands
(With bindings splintered and bent,
With pages graying and fading from age and frequent use)
Form the musty walls and cluttered floors
Of your stifling cavern
The diluted air tickles your lungs
As they breathe the dust and the mildew
That papers helplessly attract
Surrounded by millions of words
Yet without voices to speak them
You feel forsaken as you press your way
through the cave of lonely ideas and isolated text
.......I am surrounded by voices
Unable to form words, but only grunts
Grunts which sculpt the sorts of boredom and tedium
That have no place in a book
Not even a cheap paperback
The August air torches my lungs
And boils the skin
Exhausting me to the point
That I wish I could sleep in all day
You need the voices. I need the words.
We’re the perfect match, each other’s half
We’re separated by thousands of miles
Cut off by international borders
Abandoned by the lack of transportation
And impoverished by the absence of stable finances
And yet you’ve already fascinated me
By your words,
and the invisible meanings that secrete themselves behind the shadows
Even as I’ve barely seen your face
Or heard your voice
But I can laze about
Underneath the summer sun
And apply my lackadaisical attempts at prose
To a design of what could have been....
...... I walk inside the lonely bookstore
To escape from the heat
Within the cool and shadowy crevices
Of your literary cavern
My voice breaks the shell of the cocoon
That your somber books design around you
Your body has grown weary from its weight
And my voice indirectly gave you consent
To cast away the shell from your shoulders
You lock the door, put up the “Sorry, We’re Closed” sign
And pull down the blinds
Toss aside your duties
Letting those twelve-thousand books clutter the floor
Under the lights of the bookstore
We seduce each other
Like two customers
Who decide to do more than accidentally bump into each other while
browsing
The roughness of paper and ink
The corners of the hardcover books
Scrape against our skin as we lay down
But we do not care
I read snippets from your favorite books
As I touch your eager body
Your eyes sparkle
As your ears drink in the words
And all of your senses absorb the double-layered pleasure
As my fingertips slide across the open bindings
Of the books that our bodies sprawl across
My mouth tangles with yours
In a friendly joust
in which both of us will win.........
I leaf through all of your pages
Skim across all of your text
Before returning to the beginning
To study dutifully all of your lovely chapters:
The phrases of complexities written across your face
---- the subtlety discovered along the twist of your lips
And the corners of your eyes
---- the parellel story told deep within the pool of your pupils
The sensual calligraphy of your breasts your stomach your thighs
The tingling brevity of your nipples
The warm and intense intimacy of the secret diary of your sex
I read and reread the book of you
Savoring all of your meanings
Never wanting to close the book shut…………
Later
We would return to the summer sun
Joyous in the knowledge
That a long-distance friendship
Has become the saga of the bookstore lovers
More improbable than a cheesy romance novel
But far more intricate
and genuine
Than the macho rakes and the heaving bosoms
Found between the gaudy and glossy covers........
....... but as I sit
Sheltered by the umbrella
Outside of the cafe
I fear that this poem
If it found itself amongst your pile
of used and fragile books
Would be shelved under “fiction”
And left to choke with dust
These words of fantasy are just that -- words!
But even mere words can move
When they are shared
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