Vintage Books

Gift me hardcover vintage books of authors long lost, dead and forgotten

That shall be my bouquet of flowers

Read to me the lines and their in-between meanings 

From the books

My heart shall turn hazy and cosy

That shall be music to my ears 

Look at me in the eye and say that you

Dedicate those verses, lines, and poems

To me

That shall be my salvation 

That shall be our paradise in the formation

Trace the design of the books

With me

Along my fingers whilst you tangle yours with mine 

And promise me that you shall bring much more

That shall be our foreplay inaugurated

Add your thoughts to the lines and 

Ask me what I think about them

Then ask me to do the same

Whilst you listen to it

With your soul and spirit

That shall be our lovemaking

Fall asleep on my lap 

With those books in your hands

And call it a day

Your hands held strongly against mine

As if you want to work on all those lines

We read

As you, you want to be mine

And me yours

That shall be our climax primed

That shall be our love intertwined

Our love bind

A book a book a new book in our shrine