Countless Lives Within Her Pages

Countless Lives Within Her Pages

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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Oh, how I love to read a delicious book…

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I lay beside her… sensing a soft smile as I reach... my fingers caressing her soft spine… heart racing at the thought of uncovering her mysteries... opening and moving within her.. a story unfolding… she holds a honeyed treasure beyond worth… mine for the taking…

 

Her words bring raptured ecstasy as she speaks to me in luxuriant rhymes and verdant prose, chapter on chapter… hour by hour… my eyes roving and roaming… I play with her soft, cream sheets in my fingertips... fondling her form within…

 

Licking my lips as I read her… losing myself in her worlds... created for me… my mind releasing her enchanted story… My eager eyes yearn for her... gazing line by line…

 

Her back covered in soft silk… pleasure prefaced... our lips making introductions as I utter her words…she has a delicate autumn leaf I unfold, breathing in the fragile fragrance…

 

Living countless lives within her pages...  I explore her…interpret her life… devour her again... until every page is crinkled and creased with the oils from my hands... and the letters fade from her worn pages…

 

Stirring into the midnight hours… exhausted now… I finish my treasure...  sighing in sweet release... setting her on my nightstand beside the bed... rubbing the fore edge one more time... closing my eyes in sweetest thoughts of her uninhibited tales … walking with her into dreams...


© 2016 An owl on the moon



Author's Note

An owl on the moon
“Lord! When you sell a man a book you don't sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night - there's all heaven and earth in a book, a real book...” ~ Christopher Morley

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Graceful word painting of how a love affair with book(s) might unfold. Excellent vagueness that could be describing the sensory between people, or the enjoyment of this inanimate object. All of us writers, of course, thrive on your main point about how reading is sustenance (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Week Ago


I always was an avid reader, had hundreds of books. All sold at auction when I sold all and moved north when I lost my husband. I lost the urge for most things when I lost him. It is time for me to get busy reading and writing, oh yes and also painting. Maybe your write will be an inspiration for me. Valentine

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Reading your words and praying this for you, that your heart will find inspiration again, beautiful .. read more
I enjoyed this write, really liked the last stanza the best.

Posted 1 Year Ago


The book analogy (with love or sex) has been done many times before, but you use great subtlety here, putting doubt in the reader's mind. Ostensibly a poem extolling the virtues of a book, this poem is clever and quite amusing. Great books do have character, of course, and even personality - especially a REAL book, rather than an e-book! A very well written poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for your encouraging words, Robert. And I fully agree; real books have distinctive.. read more
Oh my God! You had me thinking this was some kind of...intimate thing about a time with a girl or something... The ending was like a plot twist, laughing at the reader saying, "HA HA! You thought it was the narrator talking about intimacy!! GOTCHA!! It was a boookkk!!" I was kind of laughing at that point. A very good piece, dear amazing poet.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tessa Melendez

1 Year Ago

You're welcome.
As long as there is Barnes and Noble or other bookstores I shall NEVER run .. read more
An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Haha! May there ever be bookstores! Please!!! :D
Tessa Melendez

1 Year Ago

Lol. My parents joke that Barnes and Noble is my house. I love that store so much. If bookstores .. read more
Ahhhhh.....time stands still when we get lost within her pages......particularly when the last page is finished at 3am....

I am in the "between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place" position right now where various plots are flirting with my paper thin creativity to give birth to something worth reading......how that feeling? :D

I am hoping to say soon that writing a story is more fun than reading one....:P

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

So very glad for your kind words, and that your inspiration is alive and flowing through you... even.. read more
On first read, I thought this was tender and elegant sensuality in a poem of love, Craig. Then I realized this was about a book...a love poem for a book. I can identify with that. As poets, we love words. We drink them in, weigh them, allow them to capture our souls. A dreamy magical write, my friend. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Yes, dear Lydi, yes. Words are sweet and sacred wonders. And sometimes, one we know becomes as a liv.. read more
This totally rocks but I'd expect no less :) Always an immense pleasure to pop by and read you hon...such an in-depth belter of a piece :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Poppy! From a musician such as yourself, to totally rock is a beautiful compliment indeed.. read more
What an excellent piece. It draws you in and leaves you breathless. Enjoyed the read!

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Thank you, dear Traveler. May you always find a good book to light your nights.
What profound ability to share your feelings, your thoughts. Stunning.

Posted 1 Year Ago


An owl on the moon

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much. Your words lift me today.

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Welcome to my page of poetry... May you find peace and inspiration... Craig When the owl sings, the night is silent. (Quand le hibou chante, La nuit est silence) - Charles de Leusse “It wa.. more..

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