The Stacks

The Stacks


Hush now! The antediluvian bat might hear us.
The books around us might whistle in delight.
The floor might snicker at your constant blushing.
Quell your heavy breathing.
It was just a small kiss.
Almost non-existant.
Nothing happened, by the Gods I swear nothing happened!
Hush, my darling! The wait will not be in vain!
The old bat might hear us.
The books are ripping the multiple copies of the four letter words from their texts.
I just realized the floor is red.
Hush, let's run!
She saw us.

A/N: I know. Terrible. The title was taken from a certain movie, where a girl falls in love with a prince in college. Bad movie, interesting concept. I'm still new to this poetry. Hope you can bear with me.