Reader

I’m an ink drinker, any drop fulfills me

I get happy and drunk, on black and white pages

I suck upon meanings, word plays, allegories

And the taste on my lips, survives through the ages

I’m a letters’ traveler, driving the savannahs

Flying the Middle earths, diving the Atlantis

Same shapes, different stories, as Bible as Torah

From A to Z appear, thousands mouths for one kiss

I am the writers’ slave; they take me where they want

They can slaughter my mind, with images and dreams

And take me to places, as much guide as errant

I give myself to them; my joy is what it seems

My books are artifacts, remains of literature

They give me the power, of knowledge and evasion

I’m passionate as hell, reading is my nature

It was my first wonder; it’ll be my last vision