Among the Greats
Each day, like clockwork
they would meet
at their usual place
in the poetry section of the
neighborhood library.
There, no one ever bothers them
and the books seem to set the tone
for their meeting.
Today was no different:
Each and every day at half past three
The two would meet at the library
Between the shelves, among the books
There’s no one about, so no one to look
Their time was important, they seemed fulfilled
Each time that they met, another thrill
Anointed with mischief, had need to meet
There by the books, they created their heat
Among all their favorites, the poets before
Who wrote of their loves, the losses, much more
They whispered in silence, with never a sound
As the two came together and fell on the ground
The passion in the books, above them, they knew
Helped to inspire them, the things that they do
The love that they shared each and every day
Was poetry itself, in a most unique way
But there, there’s a sound, footsteps one heard
They stopped their interaction, silenced all words
Still united as one, on the floor tightly wound
The person approached, they made not a sound
Down the corridor, the person then traveled
Their bodies still locked, not wanting to unravel
He kissed her so gently, she held tightly that kiss
Today must last forever, for tomorrow they’ll miss
They both heated with passion, ready to explode
The lovers among the books, were ready to go
Dared not to scream, for then they’d be heard
Each holding the other’s mouth, to not utter a word
Excitement they shared, oh, each every day
While books sat on shelves, they came there to play
Among giants, the authors, who penned love’s verse
They came each day, to satisfy their thirst
Together they would leave, with smiles galore
From their time in the library, the time on the floor
Knowing, behind them, they had time for themselves
Among the many love poems in the books on the shelves
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