Sexy Librarian

when at most the others looked away you were the only one left wrapped in tweed fingers you read books and shook hands with the corners of very tall still rooms. when at least the others stopped to stare you were a vinyl voice who drifted around the room creating your own naratives and desires. hardbound covered soft themed skin so delicately complex. before i was younger seeking to lift up your skirt maybe even take in a little of the warm accent of your thigh, that soft slow curve of your inner leg. i remember sitting quietly staring at your crossed legs wondering when your glasses would drop ever so slightly. but of course your were fictionalized,marginalized, transposed across the room between the shelves. flip to the back page as you walk by and the summary goes something like this. my librarian lady sits across the way in between hushed lips day by day. self literate angel with a finger in her cardex, holy in her house with a text full of sex.