A Poem A Day #294

My heartbeat flutters
Like I am under the gaze
Of a handsome lover.
My fingers tingle at the touch
Of wood and paper
Like a hinting nudge.
I compare the feeling to being in love.
Books can do that,
And the feeling is hard to get rid of.

By Catherine Joy

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