The Pages I Read

by Everlasting   Feb 8, 2014


Within the night, a black leather book rests on your bed
just like your head does on my lap,
And I think the lamp thinks - it is your hair, the pages I read.
The pages I undulate one at a time
as if I bring tides, calm waves to ripple against my palm.

And if I breathe, inhale my being then exhale deep,
I still think the lamp thinks-
it is your hair, the herbal essence after a bath, that makes my finger
oscillate from roots to ends
until the pressure of my day spirals into a smile where all there's left
are but cities and the beach:

The shores of your mouth inviting me into your dreams.

Written by: L.L.

2/5/2014

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  • 3 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Powerful words good job my friend

  • 3 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    I like the tenderness and affectionate voice
    behind this write. Its so gentle and inviting, it made me want to read more! Another lovely read.

  • 3 years ago

    by don

    Lovely words and sentiments

    don