I kiss the faces of my books

I kiss the faces of my books

A Poem by cesar
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the feeling of reading and what it means, what exploration awaits, the investigator and the investigation, who is seeing who?

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I kiss the faces of my books

After their pages have been read,

And I touch their noble spines

Or their cheeks of leafy skin.


Inside their bodies are words-

The forge of reality is lit-

Like bloody riddles they dry

As their universe begins with,“Yes.”


On couch, on bed or bench,

I sift through cryptic meanings,

And with lantern investigate

Their curves of divine reasoning.


I return from their embrace

To rest alone in my bed,

Where dreams of death consume me,

Coiling words around my neck.


We are linked by spectating,

We are voyeurs of a deep abyss.

My soul sparkles in their memory

And my eyes are blessed with each kiss.

© 2023 cesar


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very pretty.. how do one come up with such beautiful words?

Posted 9 Months Ago



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Added on December 27, 2023
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cesar
cesar

Monterey Park, CA



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Words have always been a part of my life. They are imbricated in the delicate lines making up my existence. Words contain rooms, music, ideas, and mystery. I used to think of words as something inacce.. more..

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