Words flow
From our veins
Magic words
In our brains.

Pictures painted with a pen
Lovely sight don’t let it end.

Strings of letters
My salvation.
Places where I
Can be at peace in.

Keep on writing
‘till you drop.
If you’re reading
Still don’t stop.

Secret hideout
In these words.
They lift you up
Like wings of birds.

I hope you can understand
In your brain
A million words are crammed.
Ideas are not words anew
Just real old ones
Coming to visit you.

I love the smell that lingers
as I spend these moments
with you,
the curve of your spine
against my fingertips,
and the sounds you make
as I take my time discovering your secrets.
Your untold stories unfurl,
inspiring my thoughts by day
and my dreams by night.
My imagination runs wild
at the thought
of holding you again.
Your words flow through me,
like a river of
music for the soul.
Books.

A. I. Myles o5 June, 2019