within the pages

in the pages of my poetry book
I find you pressed to love poems
when I untangle you, you resist
I too lie down beside you
submerging myself into the pages
the press of you into me
unleashes my hinges
the musty smell of poetry
embraces us both
I close the book enclosing us, 
open into you impusively
lost in the mazes of the pages

Trick or treat!” they shouted as the door opened…
within the book we were both a treat, no tricks

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Saturday Centus: Trick or treat!” they shouted as the door opened…

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