Tuesday, January 22, 2013


He rose and then bowed, touched his lips
to her outstretched hand and spoke these words:

"Welcome to my humble abode,
my den of iniquity,
the library of a thousand books,
a thousand dreams,
a life's worth of plots and schemes,
where nothing is quite as it seems,
where voices cry out to you from antiquity,
and you tend to believe all you are told,
while giving all 'round you a thousand looks!"

He released her quivering hand and she
promptly swooned, at a loss for words.

mindbringer, 21 January 2013