The Biblioklept

“The Biblioklept and What He Kept, or,

A Flirtation,” read the foxed capitals.

She hastened the page under the thick door

As I exhaled yellow-breath’d daffodils,

Praying—playing—patience to read some more.

Amygdala/keyhole/Byzantine eye

Bejewelled with sorrow and weeping a sigh—

“‘The Biblioklept and What He Kept’”“More!”

We chanted in unison. Taffetas

Draped our desires as we fell to the floor,

And, tore our hands from our souls. Trapped in a

Chapter, the author drafted us to war.

Then, in our minds, under the underlie,

We dread-read silence as our battle cry.