Right now, these books, new and pure
Doctorow, Walker, Wharton and all
My ravenous eyes succumb to their allure
Pleasures anticipated within their call
Lovingly, I touch their jackets, their pages
Savoring each word, each delectable bite
With each chapter, my hunger rages
So expansive, my cerebral appetite
In them I lose myself, most concentrated
Devouring each one, feast by feast
Consuming their texts until sated
Myself becoming the books I eat
Right now, new, with their lovely spines
Once read, loved, these books become mine!
Copyright,2009,Georgette Jones
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