*The music in the library was you,
My saving symphony, a silent movie,
That Jason Reeves song which
Never fails to wow me,
A whisper,
A ***** whisper,
The ancient sound of a page's
Turning, a bell-ringing
From the ***** icecream vendors
Of my humble Homeland,
Or the comfy sound
Of an oven-toaster.
I was enchanted
To meet you.
Had you not come to me, love-ling,
And fling the old cobwebs away
From the bore of a book called
Moby ****
Which my life was,
Then all the dust of the Earth,
Of the shelf, of my flesh
Would have gathered
In me, burying the papyrus,
The scroll, a fragility—
My heart,
My ever-lost.
Time ticked like a man clambering,
An ambulance, a clocktower
Pierced through the chest, the soul,
The spirit.
But your eyes sang, songstress.
My spirit hoped.
Your body leaned,
Communed.
Your ear
Touched my ear—
A melody, a harmony,
An embrace.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
*The music in the library was you,
My saving symphony, a silent movie,
That Jason Reeves song which
Never fails to wow me,
A whisper,
A ***** whisper,
The ancient sound of a page's
Turning, a bell-ringing
From the ***** icecream vendors
Of my humble Homeland,
Or the comfy sound
Of an oven-toaster.
I was enchanted
To meet you.
Had you not come to me, love-ling,
And fling the old cobwebs away
From the bore of a book called
Moby ****
Which my life was,
Then all the dust of the Earth,
Of the shelf, of my flesh
Would have gathered
In me, burying the papyrus,
The scroll, a fragility—
My heart,
My ever-lost.
Time ticked like a man clambering,
An ambulance, a clocktower
Pierced through the chest, the soul,
The spirit.
But your eyes sang, songstress.
My spirit hoped.
Your body leaned,
Communed.
Your ear
Touched my ear—
A melody, a harmony,
An embrace.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
