Accent of Desire

"Rainy day...

An empty bookstore

The moment...

I'm drowning in the sea of pages

As the flipping sounds

become a classical music

like Bach and Beethoven

or simply...

Here I am,

Overthrown into the oblivion

of imaginations; running wild within me

Flying like Mr. Pan

Rainy day...

An empty bookstore...

The smell of crisp pages

An accent of desire

So alluring...

So tempting..."

...within those quiet moment, I found you in me.

You've become the words I've read.

The dark ink that become my eyes.