My Book Of Hours

I hold you close, my oft read, precious, book of hours
Longing to lose myself, deep within your chapters
to feel, your soft silken surfaces, trembling at my touch
While the words of your heart, whisper quietly, from within
and I slip, from page to page, as you slowly unravel, for me

© Ann Bagnall

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