Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover
Spied amongst the bargain paperbacks
Lilac words beckoned
Dragging me from my cappuccino
The title
A question
A statement
Requiring me to open virgin pages
Demanding my attention
Sucking me in
Flushing, recognising
My ego, subconscious
Had transferred itself
Into black and white
For all to see
Quickly slipping
This truth
Beneath a dark coat
Deviant, excited
I left
Unchallenged
Tuesday 9th June 2009 10:38 am
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