When I don't post pretty pictures
are my words enticing enough
can I give you a rush of emotion
without flowers and pets and stuff
Must there be visually rare apparitions
eye candy enticements galore
to strategically attract your attention
with writing a mere underscore
Please let me be the Librarian
wearing glasses and skirt below knee
that beauty of hidden enchantment
thinking men all long to see
May my writing draw you in deeply
as she does with come hither eyes
when glasses are slowly lowered
revealing exquisite prize
Within those perfect blue green pools
resides a world unknown
memories of dreams fulfilled
of purple skies we've flown
Never would I guess this joy
this camouflaged delight
hidden there before me
an unassuming sight
Had she thrown the glasses from her head
loosed her tightened hair
hiked her skirt above her knees
transfixed me with a stare
Would I still discover perfect pools
guarding secrets kept within
or be frozen by the photograph
sidetracked once again
Please let me be the Librarian
secrets contained in my words
glance at the photo shopped vixens
but enter and let me be heard
If you seek fulfillment in every way
I insist on being Contrarian
visions of life are not captured on film
they reside within the Librarian
Facker
June 25, 2017
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