Reading Books

If what you’ve considered
thought of and imagined is having me 
and pressing my smooth
spine against any of the walls built around us-
welcoming legs and swiftly shifting clothes, your fingers 
finding every flush
for days.
under tremendous covers, illuminated
tasting every fragrant drop of magic

if you’ve longed
to see my sly smile and lingering eyes
and escape behind closed 
doors with no locks,
to peruse and absorb and explore
           and slide me back in my slot on the shelf

well, that’s what libraries are for

-T