Monday, October 19, 2009


Almond, vanilla, and woody scents through the air waft
Dance on a yellowed page black inked words
Cry “Hold me” soft, sensual covers
Beckons other worlds contained within
From reality bleak, I disconnect
Choices have these characters lack I
Hours at a time through them I live
A laugh elicits this one
Evokes tears this one
This one a shudder prompts
Not free from pain or strife are these
unlike mine contained easily
Into the pages I will myself
In other reality I ache to live
In actuality I live to ache

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