Love Like a Bibliophile | Day 02 | #NaPoWriMo

Love Like a Bibliophile | Day 02 | #NaPoWriMo

Purest of loves often leave no trails.

Like a Bibliophile’s books,

of titles read over and over again,

starchy still,

between creaseless jackets

and not a speck of dirt at the corners,

gleaming like guns in an armoury.

Unlike someone who reads to kill time

where there will always be

a piece of paper stuck somewhere

containing address or phone number

serving as a frail bookmark,

a brown coffee ring from the

bottom of Styrofoam cup,

a peacock feather in chalk dust,

or uneven lines of blue or black

at the back, scratched hard,

to get a dried pen working.

Loves of the Bibliophiles kind

are hard to find and harder to get rid of.

They leave no signs at the surface.

Their feelings are submarines

wading quietly through deep waters of souls.

Transforming,

conquering,

setting hearts to ravishing ruins.

© Sobhan