Sitting back with low lamp by fire
My holding you a book of desire
I turn each page you turn one too
Our hearts beat as ifin  a quire

Ripped off the cover reading on
Imaginations running wild a first  
This book I hold so closely still
So great each poetic ever thirst

As book and I become more-so one
Trying so not to entertain speed
Sensually who cares of coming sun
Our souls they need this poetic feed

As book and I we two learn to fly
As eagles ever higher still above
And book and I cannot ever deny
This book and I now one with love

Never to regret or thus ever forget
This happening as we both as one read on
Gently turning every sensual page that be
This book and I become loves very song

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018