LIBRARIES
I love 'em.
The musty, smellifluous
hug they proffer.
Like a big bosomed Earth mother.
She wants you
in the comfort
of her rows, spread
to birth the proud prose
of my Rock Gods -
Barker, Achebe, Blake.
Sinewy, seductive tales
wrapped skin tight
under covers
pulled across
a tender spine.
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