I knew from the moment
You traced your slightly calloused fingers
Across my brown leather bound cover
I was to be your lover.
It was the delicate way
You turned my thick pages
And annotated my difficulties for further understanding.
You knew I held secrets,
My lineage musky, the color of sun dried tears and watermarks.
Crackin my spine for the first time
You had me open.
Woke.
Laid out flat and ready to spill.
I became your morning cock crow
And your evening delight
Craning to every crevice
Where you had just enough light
To pursue and that you did
Trivial at first
Until I wrapped my wickedly worded web
Intricately up in and through
Your innermost intimate inclusions.
Innocently concocted a mixture
Sure to create an addiction to my diction.
Sexually satisfying your sinful sensations with my syntax
Titillating the tip of your… tongue
Through my tall tales.
And now that I have you where I want you,
A thick-rimmed fiend grasping at the last light
Begging for just one more line
Let me tell you:
If you be my Teacake
I will lactate love
Thick and sweet like cheesecake
Ripened with perfection
Craved. A rich indulgence.
Rome my jeweled Capulet
With reckless abandon
And youthful disregard
My apothecary prowess
Will hide you from all harm.
Trace back my Roots
You will find
That this story has
No beginning and no end
Just a cycle of us
Finding Life is Choice and Love is Truth
Then mark me brazen
A lightning bolt across a starless sky
So all who see me know
I belong to a boy who loved and lived.
And when the end of our tale draws nigh
You will know me without
The opening of an eye.
Myths, fables and stories
Made, Bought and Sold
But a Classic love
Is the Greatest story never told.