SHE IS A BOOK

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She is a breathing book

each night I touch her pages

delicately turn to find

her heart in letters

written by her hand…

 

Scent of vanilla

soft and sensuous

unveiling another thought

another smiling memory

another intimate piece of her…

 

And I read with such abandon

across her pages

my fingers trailing

her soft paper skin…

 

In her sighs

she speaks of

stories and sonnets

history and fantasy

blue skies and silvery silks…

 

I hear her voice

in the pages

wanting to know her

every line

every word

every letter…

 

Now I take her into me

share my book with her

until we know

can read each glance

each whisper

each touch…

 

She is a book

and I love to read her pages…

Reviews

[M.Babu]

"Now I take her into me
share my book with her
until we know
can read each glance
each whisper
each touch…"

Poetical Prowess!!! This was fantastic! From the subtle flow to the image at the beginning to set the mood of the piece....you crafted an intelligently phrased piece. The type so delicately thought of that i cannot help but be enthralled in the book (pun intended) :)

This is great work! A nice start to my day:)

~M.Babu~

[Wendy Seames Garner]

So sensual and romantic, once again you don't disappoint, Craig.

[EmpressPoetess]

'Sigh!!!! Astounding, exquisite and utmost romantic is this piece here, only a man who has had deep love can write such feelings on paper as this! This is going to be read many times by me!

[Charlie]

Gorgeous!

[Benyoucef]

Nice imagery, but you took it throughout the poem, nice work though

[AmandaN]

A delight to read,thanks

[Mockingbird]

surprisingly you metaphor is quite sensual. very unexpected. a pleasure to read.

[Arielle Ann]

enchanting....marveled at the flow!

[SINDE]

She Is A Book- a powerful piece
reflective of matchless talent.
Metaphorical prowess merged
with clear description
fuels the reader's urge to read
on(especially the 'book'). Plus the
flow is impeccable. Great piece.
'In her sighs
she speaks of
stories and sonnets
history and fantasy
blue skies and silvery silks…'