Deliberate Dabbles

There is a book I long to read,

but am unable to find.

I do not know its name.

I do not know the writer,

nor the plot,

nor the page count.

Yet, I have scoured thousands of lines,

and you might consider me foolish,

but the book I seek must do one thing.

It must make me feel.

not any feeling

The one where your mind rests,

in the furthers chasm of your skull.

So as to get out of the way,

the body becoming invisible.

As if the world became a blank canvas

and these were all the words to read.

As if there were no lovers nor kisses,

and it was I who felt all passion.

But alas, for too long have I searched

and for too long have I starved.

So, here is that book.

In its creation I have uncovered such feeling.

and if our spirits are kindred,

then you too will feast upon these pages.

Invigorated and youthful,

passionate and perplexed,

that token things such as these deliberate dabbles

can cause you to feel so deeply.