Bound To Love
They tell me not to be so quick to judge,
but you’re entitled to my attention.
Caressing the top of your spine, I nudge,
and you slide to me without pretension.
Pleased it was you, for whom I chose to reach,
I call for no other inspiration.
You open to my touch and start to teach.
Up front, you show me your dedication.
After a brief forward, I am engrossed
with all the depth and beauty you contain.
Your truths and wisdom are by far the most
comprehensible, even when arcane.
There’s nothing so stimulating, I think,
as this subtle perfume of page and ink.
-- James Ph. Kotsybar
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