Book Fallen Open

..

I long to spend this day
enfolded in your parchment
arms, swirled in words
and worlds where I have
never been. Wish I could
dance within your lead
-ed rows, dig my toes in
to your threaded kernings,
yearning for more. I want
to smell you, dwell here,
be still here. Be. Trace
words on fingertip and
hungry tongue. Be one
with your hero, your
villain, your sea. Your
numbered, fluttered sky.
Taste your sorrow, and
your salt. Page myself
whole.

 

..
Prompted by PAD, day 21

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4 Responses to Book Fallen Open

  1. Mandie Hines says:

    Yes!

  2. drnurit says:

    Love the images and your mastery of words, De.

  3. Sherry Marr says:

    De, you amaze me, with “your numbered, fluttered sky” and the words you string so magically, poem after poem……….

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