Old Friend

Spiders have befriended you,
and clothed you with their finest spin.
So regal and serene in the throne of dust,
do I dare disturb the peace?
And yet, my hands are restless
to uncover your million secrets.
To look in your heart and sigh with pleasure
marvelling at the dreams and the desires,
soaring with the joys and drowning in the sorrows,
astonished by what you spring at every twist and turn.
Trembling in my anticipation,
I inhale the sweetest perfume of all.
A musty book is heaven.