Slow pages (ll)
I would like to read you slow pages,
feel the warm trickle of ink
gently engaging in summer enchantments;
taste the musk of old spells now softly
transforming into new skin.
I would like to sing slow songs of lust
and trust these thin parchments
to shake off the dust and dip
into the melting wax and move through
solemn seals with new and shiny keys.
I would like to touch you
through these old pages,
feel the warm trickle of slow spreading ink,
move through laid-down, loving ritual
and whisper these pages to you.