Fuck you kindle

Up on the shelves,
stacked, sorted and decked
they stand - brothers in arms.
Dusty are their covers,
with pages inside - yellow, succulent with the sap of knowledge.

My finger tingles as i slide it across the names.
My palm embraces the dust as I pick it up.
The sweet aroma clouds my brain as I open it.
Triggering a comet shower of pleasure in my brain.

As it nuzzles comfortably between my hand and my thigh
As I walk away from its comrades
A soft hum I hear from the congregation.
Not a malediction. Not a threat.
A gentle tease.

I strain to hear the words.
When they reach my ears, there's no stopping the grin.

It went-
'Fuck you, kindle. Fuck you, kindle'
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