Book Love

"There is nothing sexier than a woman reading", said the bald guy with the styrofoam coffee cup. He claimed to have lost his hair in a bookstore.

"One for each volume", he said. Hair bookmarks. Red Herringss in Harry Potter.

"Years after we married, I found one of his hairs in Lovesigns ", reported his widow even many years after that August night when she found one of his long curly reddish brown follicles peeking out from the bookshelf. "The weird thing was that I received that book from an ex-boyfriend as a one month anniversay present many many many years before I ever met my husband. I often wonder if it was some kind of voodoo trick he pulled on me."

He had a strand in the binding of every library in town. Used bookstores were perfumed with his dander. That is why I am chiseling on his tombstone: "Women Reading: Turns Me On. Bookstores are erogenous zones."

He fell in love with her as she read books.
She used her hair as bookmarks.
He drank coffee. She read books.
In bookstores.
She used her hair as bookmarks
He drank styrofoam coffee
and fell in love
in bookstores
she used her hair as bookmarks
and he fell in love with bookworms