Kissed a Book


By Mike O’Connell

I kissed a book,

earlier today. It didn’t

flirt or beckon in any way,

it simply was, and deeply so.

I kissed it, eyes closed,

with the very lips I would have used

to speak of its wisdom,

to my soul.

I kissed a book today.

It flutters on, a butterfly,

describing the person

I may wish to be.

I dabbled in the other side,


and am a better person for it.



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