My hand slowly passes over
a thousand dimly lit titles
Calloused fingers lingering
& caressing
Soft and worn leather
and their engravings
like a long lost lover
Touching a million journeys
yet to begin learning
Pulling a chapter from a legend
Battle scars from adventures
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 
Well that was very nice…just one lover or lovers? Really evocative and full of sensory feelings….meaning one can touch, smell, see this poem…
All of this and more awaits in every unopened book!
Another life in every book!
Love this poem! I like your use of metaphor.
Oh this is an enchanting visual and you’ve given books the recognition they deserve.
I love it, and nice to see you around again… I have written a lot about an old librarian, and I need to use the word vellichor for him
This is incredibly deep and sensual 💝💝