Here's a love metaphor I wrote that equates reading/books with love. I want to change the opening/closing lines but I have been unable to find ones that suit me.
FOUND AND LOST
Where were you?
I sought you in the pages of books,
Hoping to find you in some intimate understanding
Tucked away in an attenuated volume.
I saw you shiny, novel and nubile
Laminated cover, corners that could cut glass.
I saw you old, worn and tattered
Enduring a broken binding, besieged by mold and dust.
I knew you in highlighted paragraphs and underlined sentences,
By notes in margins I clarified my perceptions
Quickly located you with ear-marked pages.
You were as dense as the most profound theological dissertation,
As flowing as the penmanship of an ancient calligrapher,
I cross-referenced you with thesauruses and dictionaries.
Chapter by chapter I devoured you,
In my favorite nooks and crannies; in bed
Or on a park bench, tranquil places with warm embraces.
Just when I thought I had found you,
I came to the end, empty pages in a closed book.
Where were you?
I like this , it reminds me of that feeling I get when I'm looking forward to reading a book that I am enfatuated with. I was like that with Tropic of Cancer among others. Also great word choices.
