Read

I love to read,

I love to read up a blessed storm.

The art of putting one word

After the other

Never failed to impress me.

I am in love with it

So utterly

Completely

That I never fail to embrace it.

Page after page after page

My eyes search for the message

That the writer left there

Just for me.

Perhaps also for you,

In your book,

Not mine.

It raises my ego,

Leaves me wet with these feelings,

Tearing sentences apart with my brain.

And I am a bottomless abyss

Of emotion

As soon as I finish the book,

Read it cover to cover.

As soon as the book releases me

Out of his warm, inky embrace.

Still I am all the better for it.

This is comfort as I know it.