like a book

over your smooth cover of skin

and vellum pages deep within

I wander gently with my fingers

slowly, contemplation lingers

.

too much, no, not quite too much

you’re so inviting to my touch

like breathing in the freshest air

because, it’s simply written there

.

and each in turn, your dog-eared pages

tell me stories of your ages

watching chapter numbers climb

to revive adventures lost in time

.

unearthing artifacts from history

step by step we unwind mystery

I seek your truths in a closer look

and try to read you like a book

.

~2010

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