Bound and embossed

Last night I curled up with a good book

Let ink-stained fingers trace spirals down my spine

Papery hands brush damp hair from my face at midnight

Caressed with consonants

Vitrified with the heat of vowels on her lips

We lounged under the moonlight through arched windows

Recited lost Latin lines to marble busts watching

Bound and embossed together





 

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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