Watching you Read –
Hardbound book in hand,
fingers lay splayed around its spine
caressing it with a familiar grip.
An upward curl of your lips,
as baby blues dilate
to drink in the words upon the page.
What adventure do you ride into?
What romance causes the rush I
see to come to pale pink cheeks?
Does the beat of your heart quicken, as
the rising action lifts your senses to the edge,
only to send you cascading off a cliff?
You are a mystery written in a foreign tongue, a conundrum, an enigma, a puzzle
within a puzzle.
Had I the time
to spy all my days
as you luxuriate with knees
drawn up in quiet
lost in a world of someone’s else’s
I would count myself a very
by Philip Wardlow 2014