Your fingers trace across my words
Softly, gentle
You hold my spine and part me like a sea
Your lips smile
A gentle whisper that frays my edges
You retrace a line
Again, and once more
Mummering how beautiful the piece of me below your fingers are.
Tell me,
Tell me your favorite page to flip open
Tell me your favorite line to retrace, to gently caress
Tell me, as a person, who I am to you, as a book
YOU ARE READING
Everything Blends
PoetryJust some random poetry, if you could call it that. Finally posting them in 2021. ©Hale Rayne 2018- Current
