"If you were a book
I'd lick my fingers
and flip your pages,
until your spine creased
and you lay spent,
with nothing else to offer.
Then, I'd cup you in my palms and read you again."
"If you were a book I'd lick my fingers and flip your pages, until your spine creased and you lay spent, with nothing else to offer. Then, I'd cup you in my palms and read you again."