You are my book
Eager chapter endings
Keeping me under the sheets
With a flashlight
I grip you tight
With both hands
As if your truth will flow
Faster
But it is all in time
You have no genre or sense
Of flow
You are all around me
Every word
Stretching and pulsing on my skin
They hold me together like
A crossword puzzle
They break me apart
As a fierce tide hits a sand castle
No binding, but the spine my fingertips graze
As you lie asleep
No chapters but moments of bliss
And an everlingering scent
of familiar pages
