For my beloved ~ Day 7 napowrimo#2014 Posted in moments, love, identity

Books are such a part o’me,

look closely and you may see

golden letters scripting up my spine

rising to the trace of your finger,

hear the slow turning of pages in my whisper,

feel the ink pulsing through my veins,

taste the pulp on my lips, 

explore my contents,

read between my lines,

between the covers . . .


Renita Boyle


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