Book Speak..

Stacked on the shelf
Cornered on a table
Weighed under piles
I miss a touch
And loving glance
Styled in thoughtful ensemble
Accessorised in fonts and images
I lure you to hold
Caress my silhouette
Pick me in your warm hands
Inhale the old book vanilla
Place me on your resting lap
Submerse yourself
Flip through my pages
Engage in my tales
Loose yourself to the world…

The wait is getting long
I fear settling dust
Forget and Neglect
I dread the inevitable fade…