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That Book
I wish I were that book
That your glorious eyes greedily feast upon
And you could drink me into your brain
One line at a time
As though I were a TV image
And you could contemplate
The things my body has done
Where my feet have trod
Sweet lies my lips have told
Ponder what we could do together
We could live out our dreams
For surely your own truth
Outshines the fiction of another
I really enjoyed reaing your poem. It was short and sweet. To tell you the truth, it inspired me. So I thank you and know I will read some more of your work.