A Client Who Originates in Outer Space

she was on the verge of spewing out something
raw like shut the hell up, hence her heart was burning
however, she had been taught that a client is always right
the potential buyer in the shop was like a creepy meteorite
the bookshop clerk's look was a film of utter astonishment
the lanky lady, the comet in the shop was odd and insistent

I want a book that will soar and swing with me to its sky
one that captures, coaxes and coerces one's mind's eye
one whose pages will drive me to make an unrest
of a yell like hell as I freeze and freefall into its crest
one that will daze me with its turns and chases
one whose words are warm and crazy cuddles
one so touching that tears will be a torrent
a book whose word choice is an absorbent
a breeze that will brush away all my tears
and make me laugh out loud on its stairs