~Bookstore Seduction~ (mature content)Aug 26 '04 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line ------------------------------------------- ........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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