Book Porn

Head between the pages,

I'll follow.

So good it's scary,

Sleepy Hollow.

Kidnap poem took my tongue, but,

Didn't swallow.

Just wrestled with words unspoken,

Narratives narrow.

Then expand to receive me,

Started shallow.

But now I go deeply,

I burrow.

Find my way through these pages,

Sweet sorrow.

Magic moments met the climax today,

Not tomorrow.

Back to the lovely librarian,

To borrow

One more Ego Trip.

About the Poet

Poetry is my first love. I read and write across genres, but I have always had a heart for music and poetry. I like to recall the first time I published a piece. I wrote a song and submitted it to the Ross Elementary Schoolwide Competition. It was a song whose title eludes me, but the pride of hearing my name over the intercom stays with me. Like a true artist the cheers and the rants were bittersweet for me because I was dealing with my own angst. They said my song was a poem. I was angered at the audacity of these peasants to misgenre my work. Then some kind soul told me that a song on paper is a poem. I considered that for a moment and then I felt better. From that moment on, I identified as a poet.