Ahh yes, I still think back, the first time I laid eyes on you
You were right there...solitary, with your pristine jacket
I could not wait to put my palm print on your silky spine
Eyes became watery as I went in, God you were priceless
My body read passages all over with 'a few' in my "chateau"
Page by page, gave truth to my heart and would never forget
I must say your front and back were just to divine in design
Cords underneath your cover were perfect, expecting no less
I breathed you in, admiring your ineluctable vintage perfume
What a thought, just to turn your page, seducing your fore edge
I held you close to my chest, wrapped, cause your were mine
Mind felt a fixation, but "heart and soul" mattered nevertheless
Many times I would smile, prevented from others trying to pursue
Just the thought of you in someone else's hands, an inner "rage..."
That day came when I left you in the open, having too much red wine
A precious gift to one had become someone else's scrap to a guest...
When I woke up, you were gone, without any clue of what to do
A pounding head with a heart full of countless beats and regret
As much as I wanted to neurotically explode, I kept myself in line
Twas merely a "rare" find, yes, very dear, but not for others to divest
I wanted to call you out loud, but some may suspect a "lose screw"
Funny how my mind entertains when it is lost and really upset
I thought I was alone, but there was a scent I happened to find
An intro, which ardent book lovers would hate to have guessed...
"Before you hate, think before it is too late"
The perpetrator was alone outside crying, "Its over, it's through!"
He was next to a small fire holding crumbled paper and a hatchet
I didn't want to believe it, but I asked, "What happened this time?"
He added that he and his girl have been quite secretly depressed
He said, "I'd been visiting your room to read your book, is that cool?"
Hmm...I nodded and said it was cool, for the sake of an argument
I asked, "Are those all the torn love letters you're burning...why?"
As I asked, my ample eyes began to orbit and saw 'her' undressed...
"I swore I envisioned his entire body, detonating... hmm, what a view;
Anything left of him was 'divested' in his psychedelic flame event"
I did not want to believe it but I should've known; He should die
He raped her off the headband, joint, and her immaculate hinges
After I mentally disintegrated him, I wasn't convinced with the truth
"What a sight it could have been, but did he need to destroy it to vent?"
Through my love's beliefs, my book of truth held valuable insight
Through confused beliefs, the book lied, promising him happiness
"He mistreated a how-to step by step tale for love as he read the book"
I told him there is no step by step how to fall in love, it just happens
The book told him how to feel, what you feel, and why you feel alive
In the end he didn't sense those dimensions and left me, book...less
I guess I smiled and he lived to love again, with a different point of view
He read love as a description and lost, cause he didn't fit the description
Curious, yet baffled by love's complexity; his read, read lies after awhile
Betrayed, he tortured and burned the book, relinquishing his first lesson:
"If you're too weak, seek strength before messing with it."
"My cherished item was lost, ripped and cindered...now, what to do"
As I held 'your' jacket, I was too angry that I remained completely quiet
On my couch, I mourned my ever wanted purchase with a glass of wine
Many thoughts haunted me; why and how he reacted to his inner protest
I called his girl and asked for him, just to get another run through
She had been looking for him all day but she told me their situation
I did not tell her what he did but she reassured me all will be alright
My phone died immediately after she said "bye"; timing was perfect
His phone was off and there was no sign of him the entire afternoon
A dead and charging phone, yet, somehow soothed from aggression
I went outside to investigate more of the remains and say "goodbye"
I can buy you again, but unlike others, I'm a collector of first editions
Couldn't figure out where he was with "The Darkness" arriving soon
He didn't do a good job cleaning so I hope he hadn't gone home yet
Bottles everywhere; Must have been quite few people here last night
I guess he stayed up all night concocting his burnt paper session
Slowly but surely...processing, memories visited by the living room
"A hell of a night to have been 'flaunting a book' to a few friends"
I do believe to have taken the book and not leaving it in plain sight
I guess that didn't happen since I found it mutilated and burning
Whatever the cause, it is done and gone; now is the time for some food
So, I enter my home to the sound of the phone and doorbell resonance
Maybe it's my brother, of course I wasn't going to kill him, it's not right
Who could it be? I'm hungry, hungover, tired with a pinch of depression.
As I opened the door, no one was there and I was not in the mood
I closed the door, my phone rang and it was my brother's woman
Happy to reach me asking why I hung up, saying "that was not nice"
I told her my phone died when she said 'bye'; "by the way," she meant.
She said, "By the way, don't forget, between your mattress is your book"
"What!? Really?! But my brother bur...rned my... Really?! Doesn't make sense?
I ran saying bye to get my 'oh no, it's not an obsession' and my body began to cry
She said she hid it from my brother because he was comparing covers again
Upon my prime time discovery of my precious volume, I relished in elated tune
I swapped out the jackets like she told me she might have done by accident
I began thinking of this morning; what he was saying as I gestured my evil eye
All I did was just stare at him, watching his lips ramble away in my faded silence
I know I didn't hear his complete story since it was obvious he 'had' one too
Being so full of anger with frightful thoughts, I avoided escalation of tension
I really ignored everything as I also witnessed 'her brilliant vest' on the side
What he said was, he visited, read, liked, purchased then became discontent
A knock at the back door followed as my unorganized thoughts presumed
My brother had finished cleaning the back and appeared to... "self reset"
I, on the other hand, clarified a tiny few things to end my night with a smile
He mentioned to correct some things about his relationships' "malnutrition..."
"The Book" apparently absorbed him, comparing his reality with the book
His girl bought him a similar copy and saw a difference in his passion
Not comprehending, he became overwhelmed with the printed advice
Fixated on love's differential, "ending 'His book' with hate's equations..."
© David Joel Rodriguez
"...and I'm...Zzzz...still hungry..."