Eating Books

I want to fill a swimming pool with literature and dive right in,
laugh among pages
float among words
toss back warm and casual phrases
from pens of long ago.

I want to eat what was said from Jane to Rochie
and dance alongside Liz,
throw manuscript paper up in the air and laugh in the rain that ensues.
I want to breathe in the tongue-rough and age old pages
and swirl my feet in the black lagoon of well used ink.
I want to blow cliched banter from one side of the room
and have a blazer'd fag dash it back

I want to search page after page for the ink that first spelt 'virtue'
and the first to spell out Lit.

I want to light a fire of music to burn alongside its superiors
Whilst me and literature dance into the night
and the wanton notes denature.