My Male Companion

I thumb his pages with tender caress
as his scent sensually fans my face.
He draws me into his web
of gold spun tales.
In his shoes I walk many lands,
some in time long past
some in time yet to come.
I become a queen, witch,
a whore and princess warrior
all in one wicked afternoon.
Each page starts in a poem
and ends in a tear of pain, joy,
sorrow or madness.
His tattered pages are frail in my hands,
but the power they wield
is that of unfathomable depth.
I have held many lifetimes
in his leather-bound arms,
kissed many heroes
with his 'parched' lips,
and seen many dreams to fulfillment
through his eyes.