To Uncover

Aisles of endlessly strung words are bound
Together like the long of his spine,
Reminding me of time.
How everything takes time
        And patience;
Relentless, infuriating, patience.

They try not to judge their books by our covers
        (I prefer to read mine without).

I dusted him off the top shelf,
Nuzzled in-between some Ebersole and Wordsworth—
        Some philosophical romance circa 1992.

Maybe…

Place me in the front of the library,
        I’ll compete with 50 Shades of Grey.
I don’t mind being read,
I’ve been considered for the book club more than once this year;
Wrapped tight, impact font and a touch of colour.
        Sounds appealing..

Interpretation has always been a friend in my eyes
        And I’m wide open.

Only, I don’t want you to read between my lines.
I’ll reveal my invisible ink if you’ll do the same.
I could strip myself down further than my flesh,
Uncover a story I’ve never told.

Maybe you should take a trip to the bookstore
        And find me.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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