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Our Books
I won't ever return
The books you have loaned
I open them and smell
The ancient damp and cigar smoke
I finger the creased pages
And imagine your coarse fingers turning
As gently as a lover
Undressing his bride
I drink in the words
And feel their taste in thy mouth
The kingdoms clash and the Titans roar
And I watch the drama unfold in your eyes
What I hold in my hands
Is a part of you in flesh
Don't you dare ask me return
The books you've loaned