Between the Covers

You fling them at me.

One after the other, a turret volleying distinctive beings.

And these stern creatures in turn stand shoulder to shoulder

Some ascending higher, yet all stemming from an unseen line.

They pride in the contortions of their limbs.

And it is in this state whereby they meld together.

In contributory act, coalescing to form a beast.

A beast fashioned in delightful intricacies.

It claws at my heart.

And causes the electricity within my cranium to dance.

And the voltage pushes me to lands I had never been.

Journeys under warming yet unseen suns.

Cold yet unfelt blizzards.

We could sit together in chatter,

Or climb mountains, high and mighty,

Or jump into the oceans of calamity.

In any case we witness the wielding of the swords of destiny.

And there is more, so much more.

In our dalliance, my limbs grow sedated, unmoving for hours.

My tongue sits stilled, dazzled and humbled.

And no longer is a sourness of yesterday nor tomorrow trodding through my thoughts.

O'Book, you are a glory. A majestical encapsulating fury.