I'm having an affair with numerous fictional lovers,
An enamored tryst between dusty pages.
Beckoned into the ethereal world of literature.
Perhaps I've been seduced. Let astray in mystery.
Midnight blue calligraphy on mildewed paper,
Coiled and curved like slender spider web silk,
Woven tales of fragile permanence.
Words that bequeath me wanderlust;
Crumbling kingdoms,
Ebbing tides,
Forests bemoaning a sigh.
Enraptured by you; a character of myth.
Hearts sewn with prose - burning rose.
Sweet smelling smoke that lingers.
Naked between sheets and leather,
Gold tattoos inscribed along your spine.
I'm having an affair.
With endless volumes on the bookshelf.
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