After we spend all the best books against the insatiable gasoline fire of our brains, you turn to me and say "Watching you read is like pornography."

Then you set free your bobby pins, and earthquake your hair from its moorings in a slow motion explosion of sexy, until it settles gorgeous around you like a halo of brunette sunlight. Your glasses flash across the room and shatter against the card catalogue. Your bare arms remind me of the constitution, because we have the RIGHT...to bare arms! Your torn nylons are like a war, that everybody has won. The top three buttons of your white business blouse burst off. Your cleavage is like Alaska cradled in black lace: the endless doom of the crevasse.

I sweep the debris from the information desk, staplers and papers and pens soar across the room, and I scream "I WANNA PLACE MY BOOKMARK BETWEEN YOUR PAGES!"

And you put your finger to my lips and say "Shhhh...shut up, this is a fucking library."

I kiss the ink stains on your fingers and say
"Mylady! Allow me to author your orgasm!
You turn my paperback into a hardcover."

Bend free the bars of your chest cage
and expand outward until the sun the rooms your love lives in.
I stopped believing in you until the moment we met.
This is no desperate prayer.
The lanterns are waiting.
So put on your book jacket and come with me.
Let us set the book shelves on fire
so we can breathe the smoke
inhale the words
and let the stories live inside our bodies.
We will sit together in the booths of midnight diners and eat pie,
Write each other's names in 4th of July sparklers,
Stand on the roof and watch the nighttime sky publish the stars.

Your vagina is the greatest story ever told.

So dress me in dimestore romance novels,
and use me like an old cliché.
Cuz I would yell in a library for you.
I would turn my skin to paper, swallow an ink well, and bind myself in leather,
Just to be beneath your hands.
I would cut down every tree, and place a plastic bag over the lungs of the world, just to make a book for you.

Darling,
Arrange my dewy decimals,
Stamp my library card,
Make me pay my fines,
I am delinquent.
You have done this to me.
Your lips like letters,
Kisses like ellipses,
Dot dot dot,
Turn the page.
I long for your soft rustle.
Keep them turning.
Read me slow.
I don't want this book to end yet.