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Search the shelves

when next you visit; use

your hands

feel for me -

you will know me

there - in the right place.

Take me up and

feel the weight of me;

Examine edges velveted

by time and trace

a title, indented,

gold-leaf fading.

Note the jerk of

my spine as you ease

your fingers into my folds

explore my text and

etched in the margins

find traces of others.

Open me up, analyse me,

draw out my meanings then

lift me up and

drink in the scent of me

let me feel the warmth of your breath

holding you there.

Before you leave

note the place on the shelf

where you found me and

slide me back there.

You will not find me

in the catalogue.