That book

An I ain't even like that book
Fuck that cover, that first page
Fuck that line that pulled me in
Made me grin and made me stay
Fuck that storyline
The one that weirdly mirrored mine
Fuck them words that made me
Want to hold it by the spine
And read, and read, and read
And trace my fingers across my favorite lines
Made me think of new things,
Countless times, and question myself
And made me never want to
Put it back on the shelf
Fuck feeling heaven in all the pages that I snagged for my wealth
A differently described depiction
Of everything I've ever felt
Fuck such a beautiful binding
A whole universe aligned in
The most unfathomable patterns
Of plot twists carved in opal,
Fuck them strange colors combining
To a greeting worthy
Of an epic tale
The likes of which I never have witnessed
So I wait for new chapters
Never wistful or listless
Thank the authors for their offer
And fuck them at the same time
For offering an experience way beyond
My fierce and feeble mind
Take my eyes and my existence
My memory will stay
Of the fantasy within
This fuckin book I read today