|Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth|
These pages are kind,
Without the soft warm elastic of flesh,
But they are forgiving.
These pages are radiant,
Without the heat of a soul piercing through pupils,
But they are entrancing.
These pages arouse,
Without the panting of lungs and the grope of desire,
But they are here for me to touch.
These pages will never leave.