Well Versed

My hands are versed in the careful handling of fragile spine caps and brittle pages. The delicate separation of 100 year old, foxed leaves - musty and thin. One can read a books true condition with the hands best. To gently splay the covers before the binding cracks - and sense where it might is a learned act.

To run ones palm over the cloth or leather slowly like a lover's body, memorizing every attribute and flaw by sheer touch alone. To feel the weight of it, admire the craftsmanship and sustainability as unique as any person or snowflake.

Ah, to be let in to this beautiful binding. To dip inside the careful covers of a story. A Story. To touch the type as your eyes follow down the page - Tantalize your taste buds, traverse the landscape, tremor in the travels, but only (please) with well versed hands..