Book Burning
You are music.
A perfect cacaphony.
Your movement,
A dripping symphony.
No screen can dull your light.
Pure transcendence.
Naked before me tonight.
Blinding incandescense,
Licking luminescence.
Parting your parentheses
Lips open tongue twisted
Deeper than Plato or Socrates
Forbidden words unlisted.
Drinking your exclamation mark
Swirling touches above the fold
Highlighting your book’s climax
Until you discover the gold.
Perhaps
Incorrect grammatically
But always
Flawless
Emphatically.