It is within the pages of a book
Hidden inside that I find a friend
One who comes whenever I look
Human relations they do transcend
The caress of their papers seductive
Yellowed edges containing wizened perspective
Plots of treachery and trickery give me the tingles
Heart-felt confessions whispered to my fingers
Secrets as enigmatic as they could be
No other soul would grasp it the same way as me

Inky letters dancing in the dark of cotton sheets
Illuminated by the moon's glow of a flashlight
The dot of an i bouncing in front of me
The tail of a g curling and beckoning to me
I follow the twisty path of z
Tread down the straight road of an l
They lead me into their clandestine story
Of tales and fables far away
Or maybe not so far after all...