My Library Muse
Back in nineteen ninety-two
At the Piketown Library
I would haunt the upper stacks
And linger patiently
Soon the sun would set
I'd see her silhouette
This is how I came to know
Desire unmet
I'd watch her elvish fingers curl
'round the binding of some book
As she glided through the shelves
She'd dispatch a dev'lish look
Such a playful ruse
To intrigue and confuse
This is how I came to know
My library muse
Now the sun has set
We have never met
This is how I came to know
The sting of regret
September 10, 2017
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2017
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