The Reading Of Poems

Jealous of the world I travel in (when I read a book) feeling locked out she attempts to break in. 'Read me what you're reading! ' she commands me. I, of course obey pull her onto my lap & with a kiss read her bits 'n' peices from THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY. We are moderns reading the Ancients. And soon not even Eastenders(her favourite soap) can distract her. She can't get enough. She wants more. I tell her: 'That's it... that's that! ' 'It's just fragments bits of bits.! ' I have to read them again & again. ('I only like them in your voice! ') until they are like polished pebbles in the clear stream of her mind. She laughs & cries: 'Why, they're just silly f**kers like us! ' 'They f**k.. they bitch...they cuss! ' I tell her: 'Time is just the blink of an eye & human nature doesn't change all that much! ' She almost swoons with awe & delight as I recite Ancient Egyptian Love Poems. She graduates from one knowing nothing about poetry to one wanting everything from a poem. Poems become her aphrodisiac. 'Read to me...read to me! ' I moan, exhausted from pleasure & the reading of poems!