Discovery Unmatched

Solid casing protects pages soft

You sit unopened under Keats Donne and Frost

Shielding letter jungles uncharted

Tattered spine, grey binding

Granite skin for decades fading
Cradle the unspoken map

I discover you

Implore your fragile tale
Your spine moans with barren ache

Naked words inhale, to clear your shrouded lungs

Breathing shrill air, melt and

Drench dried cracked pages
With the moist flood of our soundless exchange

I read you

Become the verdant soil of your forest
Gripped, rooted, trailed, burrowed, fertile
The ground beneath a silent wood
Whose touch is like poetry