as my four
fingers braced her
spine she spoke
to me in
the most poetic
tongue, each word
carefully crafted, line
for line in
between rows and
rows of onlookers,
poets and novelist
standing side by
side embracing their
titles with prestige
and pride, and
as i thumb
through her pages
of desire, i
find myself silently
searching for her
soul, silently approaching,
her afro, her
lingo, the grand
portico.
-e.