No one in particular

she sees
slight grasps
of his hands
wrist wraps in hemp band
giant enough to hide the title
where his heart lands

she smells
the sweet scent
of furfural and vanillin
from the old book
he's reading

she's touched
by the mesmerized
of the eyes
stuck on the page he slowly flips
through his mind

-Izra Safra'-