I lose myself in your pages
the weird worlds I slip into so easily
The last words I cannot help but read first
Sometimes I go through you greedily
over and over again
I love you my heart!
Even when you are hard
and my wrist hurts just holding you
close to my face
I flutter along with you
and I can smell the newness
the promise of a journey
and many places and people
some dead and some fictional
2 comments:
very nice!
ditto
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