Today’s
prompt encouraged us to write about the shadow side of ourselves; our hatred,
rage, lust, greed, etc. I'll admit to bibliophilia.
Bibliophile
I never met a book
I didn’t want to keep
To have and to hold from this day
forward
In sickness and in health
To sit on my shelf
My nightstand, or desk
To wait “on deck” until
I get to it
bring another home, pile it on top,
a friend
recommends one I MUST read
So, the stack grows tall
The shelf, overcrowded
The desk, covered
Leaving no writing space
Parting with these books
A frightful thought
Only eased by the vision
of a delighted
friend or stranger
cuddling up with
them
loving them like I
do
