How I love how he reads
me
into me
reads from my skin
just how I need to be touched
the rush
he knows how I love
to be
losing myself but not lost
he keeps his more solidly safe
in a book
behind his eyes
words locked in the bones
dancing around his heart
I read between his lines
between hellos and goodbyes
browsing his shelf
best seller
baby- you tell her
and this is not a library
but we were borrowed
I'll mark your page
for you to remember
so you might
come back for it
tonight
how I love how he'll read this
