Love's Second Print

You stared at the lofty title
that was so long ago
engraved on organic strands
of graded pulp
dressed with italic letters
with undulating curves
glossed by virgin pigments

Perused the modest preamble
baring my noble constitution
still containing the outlines
of the simulated aspirations
in my circumspect manuscript

then winsomely closed the book
combed the refurbished cover
that radiated with the glare
from other's infatuated eyes

Scoped the worn binder
whose once tights grooves
were sealed with your kisses
becoming dried glue stains
containing the prints
of your reader's teasing hands

With tears of regret
re-opened the second print
that shared syndicated desires
tawdry lines en-grafted
on the pristine folds
of untainted pages
words with duplicitous intent
overshadowing the chaste thesis
coaxing gratuitous minds
with ulterior motives