21 September 2012
You will find me pressed in the page,
Seething.
A familiar cage,
Of tumult
Of love
You will befriend me
As push comes to shove,
Of pages and pages
Turned by thumb.
No kiss before I go
It is finished.
And of course it's time,
Of course I know.
But my patience has diminished.
To My Dear Reader, • Opuss № I