A Publishing Date

Let me drape upon you a written robe, beautifully indexed on your tablet. My! you look divine, off we go to dine on literary flavours and liquid verse. A five chapter meal we just published. This evening with you was a stunning essay read like a swift summary. Narrating your life’s novel, I record and archive, citing the volume of your smile, punctuating the exclamation of your eyes. May I undress you with my pen, printing kisses on your pamphlet lips. Nonfiction foreplay is the order of the day with teasing stanzas and touching tomes. Your skin the clear scroll, we edit with rhetoric as I explore the fiction of your passage. The lexicon of your moans, would a fine manuscript make. This plot you will review then quote. You descend from that last paragraph, this memory shelved high in your canon. My pen has woven for you a silk word blanket; as you lay on my journal pillow; wrapping you in the epigraph of my affection.