Dreams, Odes, Longings
and Loves lay sleeping
in the shelves

My fingertips run across
the bumpy terrain of bindings
as I pass, while counting the riches

my eyes drink in the multitudes
of all gathered within reach
here alone with me

I pause on one book and
pull it to my chest
like a long lost friend

with eyes shut, I feel
re-united with the promise
of us spending time together

So, how could I get rid of all my books
as my daughter suggests
It would be like denying love exists