Madrugada sing "Quite emotional now"
in whispers that sound continual,
and my senses are awakened
within my post-reading ritual.
..
My body yearns toward you,
as I hold you in my hands
after an hour that I spent
tiptoeing on your papery lands.
..
Nostrils in euphoria
as I inhale the volatile compounds
that your materials release;
wonderful breathing rounds.
..
Fingertips on your "skin".
I slowly close my eyes
to fully immerse into the experience
as the reading cycle "dies".
..
You have nothing to fear,
when it comes to your e-antagonist.
E-books have their value, but
they'll never be my reading protagonist.
..
The words alone are not enough.
Reading is a wider experience.
More sides of me need to participate,
away from the limitations of the glass fence.
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If you swim in Instagram's ocean, you'll find me somewhere here, on a raft like the one Odysseus had.
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Anthi Psomiadou - CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives
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Anthi Psomiadou
Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.
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I also like the painting behind your beautiful face : )