A Book in his hands

with pages between his fingers 

a bed side lamp

and a soft linen 

dancing on his  brawny  &  bare torso

 a sight to behold;

was it the book? 
 
or was it the caressing of the pages?

or was it just him, a rare sight of a well read man?


 
But I  envied the book 

for it had a dialogue with him

a conversation shared

a laughter session unfurled

secret codewords exchanged

all between him & the damn book 

yes, I envied the book!



 
"What is it?" he asked

 "Nothing !" I frowned 

 He looked at me with a smile

as if decoding tiny creases in my turbulent heart

He flipped the first page & flashed 
 
& I simply blushed

for it was the book I had written

dedicated to him

affairs of the heart written on stone...

 

P.S.

1. This post is a part of Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.
2. April is called National Poetry Month. So I have taken up the #NaPoWriMo challenge & will be posting a poem daily this month. Hope you all enjoy reading them.
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Love,
Chinmayee