The off-white bone folder, lies
Smooth between my thumb and forefinger, a
Tool like none other for
Folding sheets precisely to
Lay flat the words, folded and stitched in union
Between the covers.
The imprint of sound left by footsteps
Brings knowledge of the bringer: whether
He is obnoxious or clumsy or unaware of his surroundings, whether
She is alone or with a group of
Women, or with a man. The
Will I see someone who comes here for
Love? Not love for children, or a precursor to an
Afternoon of passion with the beloved, but
Love for shape, and line, and color, and space.