Some books need coffee,
A quiet lounge at midday,
Gentle distractions.
My mind wanders to and fro,
Sweetly consuming slow words.
Others need darkness,
A calamitous ruin,
Rain and thunder on.
May the world dissolve away,
So long as I can read on.
My favorites need you,
Bright-eyed passionate reader,
To cut out my heart,
And exchange our bleeding souls,
To reveal the truth in us.
Discarded Recollections 