The Boffin Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde

bookshops are like lovers
they numb in black & white
then seduce you with colour

titillate and tempt your soul
until you finally let go
find the courage to close

the book ~ pages which leave
you gasping ~ the breath of air
on your face feels like a slap



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