Oil lamps cast shadows

as you wet your fingertips and turn the page.

Clearing your throat, you begin anew.

Enraptured by the words spilling from your lips,

I move closer, inhaling the scent of your skin

as it mingles with the fragrance of dusty pages.

Balancing the book in one hand,

you reach for me.

At the chapter’s close,

our hands are clasped.

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