Library lust
When you yearn, the only thing to do
is find a book –
a neatly-bound portal –
that you can open
and dive into.
Leaping, not looking
to breath in your longing
and gaze at things you lack
like vitamins in your famine.
Pale, starving,
it’s time to
turn the pages,
and turn,
until you fill up your hollows.
Dance under stars
let scents swirl
stretch under a turning fan
and walk familiar streets,
hand in hand.
For a while the wanting retreats
to sit in the shadows
until you reach ‘The End’
and find yourself back where you started.
