Bookworm

It called out to me..

in the lanky, lonely lane 

I had to go in.

With every step I took

It felt as if things fit.

The slow, dull smell

of paper and books

that beautiful, slightly irritating

olfactory sensation

I touched one..

And the warm old

feeling returned

One no mechanical device

could ever whisper back

At the end of the aisle

A sharp, alluring smell hit me

A blend of coffee and chicory

Pulling me towards it

Enchanted, I stepped

in the direction of that 

lascivious smell

I saw a pot boiling

And a man tending to it

With the love it deserved

I was desperate

The smells, the touch

from a very familiar past

My desperation was pointless

And I walked away

Hungry for books

Hungry for coffee

Hungry, so so hungry..