Cracked Book

How natural she opens
cradled between wanting hands
parted like a bride
with nubile secrets

She needs nothing
save warm sunlight
or flickering taper
for her ambience

and me still
nestled on a couch
beneath green canopies
or beside a droning sea
dangling by her words

Each page does curl
yield to my advances
unfurling so slinky  
towards literal climax

And if only
for this brief respite
am I truly free
from the leaden  
staleness of it all