We had the whole world
of literature
behind us
pressed up against
the wisdom of the ages
row upon row
beautifully
bound book upon bound book
first editions
still uncut
all gold spine
soft scarlet leather
glittering in the candlelight
glimmering in the firelight
chills
running up & down
our spines
trickles of sweat
between shoulder blades
as we make love
up against an ornately carved
bookcase
in the library
...the library
of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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