Treasure Island

Joe Bisicchia


Let us read each other


No rush;
let us walk circuitously,
section to section low risk.
Protect ourselves,
a wise gait.
But let us not wait,
for hope has its limits.
Turn your eyes to me,
and align our libraries.
When right, take my eye
down the aisle.
Take me to where your soul
shelves itself, cover to cover,
words upon words of you.
Let me curl up
to your life story.
And, maybe, maybe,
maybe you will wish
to see too how I am writ.
And, by God, see me tremble
with hopeful unease as you read.
And see me pray.
See me like Chaplin
at the end of City Lights,
as now finally your eyes may see,
may stay or may turn away.

Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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Love has its efforts and its risks. Better to have loved...

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