Library Passages

Scanning your emotions
walking down long
divisions
my hands gently trailing
along the shelves
your story
is hidden here
in worn paper confessions
true life crime
deceptive heartbeats
thousands of chapters
million words
orderly categorized
but the clever bindings
breathe whispers of 
escape from ripped spines
leaking out
stories I dare
not believe
summoning of the devil 
though the card catalog
stacks of microfiche
aging brown
film trying to 
vanish
to hide truths of long ago
and the fiction
of all you are now.

Nikki Lockhart