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21.04.2016 в 22:14
Пишет Нэт Старбек:“Tasting Books on her Lover’s Hands”, by Jennifer Crow
He touches her with story,
pleasures her with old tales
and the secrets of calfskin bindings.
He comes to her from the shelves,
ink stains on his cheek
and dust on his coattails.
He compliments her, saying
her ear is shaped like a scroll,
the fine lines on her brow
like pages in his beloved tomes.
And she writes on his back
with a pale finger:
I give you all my stories,
my soul burns as Alexandria.
URL записиHe touches her with story,
pleasures her with old tales
and the secrets of calfskin bindings.
He comes to her from the shelves,
ink stains on his cheek
and dust on his coattails.
He compliments her, saying
her ear is shaped like a scroll,
the fine lines on her brow
like pages in his beloved tomes.
And she writes on his back
with a pale finger:
I give you all my stories,
my soul burns as Alexandria.