Monday, February 23, 2015


I feel odd sometimes
for the books
and the texts.
When I make love 
to my lady,
she shares with me
her heaven, her vulnerability.
I share with me
my nakedness, my natural availability.
But the books
and the texts,
I can't give them back
while they fill me up
and clear my head.

1 comment:

  1. Sorry.. will have to give it few more reads. to strike a chord with what you mean..