Oh blessed pages that smell so musky and ancient!
Oh charming letters that form words that are etched eternally on my heart!
You take me deep into the ocean of emotion,
And fill my eyes with tears overflowing.
I am now a sailor, now an author, now a mother, now a warrior –
All these roles I can experience as I peruse your tinted pages.
I am now a jilted lover, a homeless wanderer, a ghost –
Thanks to your story I can be all these things.
But tell me why, oh Source of all Wisdom,
Why can I not stay forever bound by your spell?
Cruel Reality breaks my bones as it pulls me back from your arms.
Crushed once, and crushed again –
I am battered and broken from the spiteful joy you take
In ruining my peaceful reverie.
Curse you, Reality, the bane of my purity and joy!
Curse you, Homework, Phonecalls, and Chores:
I hate you for the havoc you wreak upon my virginal peace!
But the eternal cycle moves swiftly on,
Taking me to the height of pure emotion, and then pulling me back down to the miry pit of life.
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That's my girlfriend!
A haiku abuot the virginal:
The poet's clear voice
the winter song of coitus
is far from its lips
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