those lost hours

do you remember the used book stores?  remember how we'd get lost in the musty stacks, dream ourselves one of the great ones, imagine knowing all?  remember?  hours of sunlight burning with want outside but the two of us burrowed in yellowing leaves like squirrels in fall, building a castle of words for warmth.  remember feeling nothing less than love and poetry, love and poetry, poetry and love?  sneaking up behind one another to extend boundless beautiful volumes, tireless titillating titles, perfect pearls in a sea of indescribable treasures.  remember when you looked at me and saw a sea of indescribable treasure, pearls trembling at my lips, your fingers lightly pressed against my novel self, careful to study, careful to sturdy things?