Monday, July 7, 2014

Book/ Lover

I was keen to find God,
but books were closer at hand;
so I kissed words through indigo, blue, azure, 
and on until daylight.

If only your shirt were on the chair,
and your body next to mine in the soft dip of my bed;
honey, if you were close at hand,
then I wouldn't need books at all. 

 

19 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

or cable or blogs or food... okay, maybe food...

Cloudia said...

I love this perfectly carved gemstone of a poem. Not a wasted word.
"Good composition is like a suspension bridge - each line adds strength and takes none away." Robert Henri


ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^= <3

hedgewitch said...

I've found books to be kinder, generally speaking, than God or errant bodies. The ones I love never seem to run off my bookshelves or change into other books and stuff. Not that I want to rain on this lovely love poem--it says what the heart wants honestly and with great tenderness.

Lolamouse said...

I'd still need books, but a warm body close at hand could certainly distract me for a time!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Lovely--really lovely

Shadow said...

so right, so right....

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such excellent movement from the first to second stanza. I wonder how much a love of books is a longing for human connection after all.

Sioux said...

What a sweet love poem, Shay.

Marion said...

Weeeellll, I can't imagine never needing books AT ALL. There's only so much love can do (I speak from 41 years of bondage...oops, I meant marriage...Ha!) My favorite Bible verse is John 1:1 - "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." Too cool. xo

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Oh, yes, speak to my heart- love books, love my lover! Has to be both though.

Mama Zen said...

Sigh . . .

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so know the feeling.

Mr Puddy said...

When my 7 kg. HOT body closes to mom's leg. She really want to PURR ;)

grapeling said...

ahhh. lovely ~

Lynn said...

Books are an escape, for sure...

^.^ said...

... hi from AB, Canada ... just found your blog ... this poem moves me to tears ... be well, eh? Love, cat.

Sara said...

So true...books can never replace the real thing:~)

Margaret said...

…the shades of night as morning blinks is really cool - and the poem's "to the point" second stanza is a great compliment to the "dreamy" first one.

myinnerchick.com said...

**so I kissed words through indigo, blue, azure**

I've missed your syllables! xx