By Donnique Williams
Creased pages
and bended spine.
What once was yours, now is mine.
I open up this gifted book
flip the pages, carefully
caress the places
of indentation
of denotation
of connotation.
Each note a gem
a new found land.
I reconstruct in shallow scribbles
the image of this man.
This book
where spirit, soul and
desire meet
and lay upon me
all potential opportunity.
I hold creased pages,
a bended spine in hand
searching for a message that will stand.
I search these pages for footnotes of emotion.
I search in these spaces
between the stars, hoping
their mysteries will reveal
what was left unspoken.