Why are you not talking to me?
I hold treasures just come and see
Come rustle my pages
The knowledge I hold spans ages.
Look at my jacket
It’s art at its best
I’m dressed to seduce
Come set the wisdom on loose.
Feel my binding with your hand
It speaks of the bookbinders work grand.
Don’t fold my pages or give me dog-ears
My glory and my value it smears.
Here I am, a Book for you,
As a companion I hold vast value,
Cherish me and I’ll be your friend
Will make you wiser and set your insights on ascend.
When the night is long and cold
Curl up with me to listen to tales untold.
When there is nothing better to do
Come to me, we’ll talk, me and you.
(7 July 2006)
.Pd. is here
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zzzzz-book-talk/
