Renewal
Amy Deschenes
I've been waiting for you here in the stacks, restless and willing;
Your piercing glance ignites a forgotten desire within me.
Then the familiar foreplay begins as it always does;
Like some sort of karmic rebirth, that can only lead to pleasure,
Reach out for me. Wanting every part of me this time:
My symbolic face, my descriptive hips, my allegorical legs.
Your scorching touch is calm, but your eyes are frenzied.
I revel in how my words excite you and spark passion in your mind
We are are worn by years, but there is still a shared, wide-eyed, spark
The first time we were both novices at the game, like giddy virgins.
Now there is a comfort and skill in this perfect consumation.
Gently run your fingers along my spine and pluck me from the shelf;
Caress my cover and turn me over in your hands to awaken my memory.
Erase the careless fingerprints others have left on my body, on my soul.
Open me up. Unfold the crease from the place you last left me,
And though I haven't felt your skilled touch in ages,
I remember the shape of your hands, their warm roughness.
Your expert fingers rifle me gently and make my heart flutter.
Run your hands and gaze over my cold pages; I will become new again.
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