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



What do you think?

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