Open me
I am your life book
For your pleasure reading
My abilities exceeding those of dreams
You can not share
But here among the tome of me
You will find that I am free to be
What you have always wanted
And what you are is the perfect
Book ends to my novella
Run your fingers down my spine
As you pull me close to you
Sublime
Analyze my very soul
As you turn me and absorb my words
My illustrations
I’m the answer to your frustrations
Read me carefully and savor
My flavors as you page after page
Uncover the woman, the girl
The partner you crave
Dog ear my page to save
Because I’ve struck a chord
That rings with thee
And you silently bless the tree
From which my paper is hewn
Contained in binding
I am winding my letters
Around your fingers
Tangling you in my story line
Like wine my ink intoxicates
You succumb to my tales
I spread my pages wide
Not wanting to hide from
Your explorations between my numbers
I’m your non-fiction
Your reaction found
In the urgency of your read
As I bleed my contents into your brain
Into your heart… my soul moves in
My dust cover slides under your palms
A façade, a false alarm
As I can not be judged by my cover
You will soon discover
My pages are worn not newly born
Used and read by others
I bend and fold, another page turned
Another story told
My scrawl has taken a path
Has found my wrath, my sadness, happiness too
But the path they take leads to you
I’m not perfectly written
I have my flaws as my stories reveal
As I no longer conceal them from you
But all that I am is yours
To absorb
Glide your way through my chapters
And bookmark the part
Where my love spills and you know
That I am your Juliet
The vignette of the woman you seek
Allow me to fill your empty shelf
To lay open and expose myself
And fill you with all you need
The perfect ending to your search
As I perch… here
Among the discards and keepsakes
The picture books of past fantasies
Of memories
Blank pages yet to be written
We can write together
Our journal an eternal
Living testament of you and me
Nothing dead or left unread
I’m not your past I am your now
Your future
Press a flower between my pages
A keepsake of a day we now share
I don’t care for the stain on my paper
Is as a kiss for a special moment
Turn on the light and make me bright
As you splay me in your hands
Consume me
All I ask is that you hold me
Read me and love me
As I love your eyes on me
Your touch
The way you react to the things I divulge
To the internal me that lies secretly
Within this binding, this cover
This me that you’ve uncovered
Place me between your bookends
Allow me to fill your vacancy
I am your Life book
Your pleasure read
Open me