Sometimes I Wish I Were A Book

 

Sometimes I wish I were a book

placed delicately in your hands

so I could feel you run your fingers

down my spine –

and allow my words

to seep through your skin

Would you be able to put me down

or would you keep turning pages

learning all that you could

would you highlight your favorite passages

Would your pupils dilate

at my colorful cover

How I would love to see your reaction

at the chapters of my secrets –

I would love to feel you stroke

gently along my creases

would you keep me on a shelf

or take me with you everywhere

would you read between the lines

would you even care

how I would long for the feel

of your strong hands

caressing my body

watch you inhale my scent

as you read the lines

which are naughty

we would spend rainy days together

from the first line you would be hooked

oh yes, my dear

how I wish I were a book

©Kristian L. Weigman