Wandering through the books piled high,

the lustful eye of sentence coming over me and the rigid

spines of non conformity, shrouded in sizes ranging from the obese

and the thin streaks of nothing,

to the over familiar that I catch glancing my way,

eye-less

but still able to wink at me in complete recognition of a fond

couple of days spent in bed together, peace in our time,

as well as in my head,

to the unobtainable, the ones that prize themselves too lofty

to be anything but out of reach, their beloved verdict