you move me like the pages of a book.
you don't make me
or change me
you unfold with me
one single motion
fingers and paper
one glorious
reaction
to life's
curious
enthrallment.

read with me
beautiful and real
like f. scott fitzgerald would write
stay up all night
because it's too good to miss
and i love you too much
to ever let
the words rest.

remind me never
to jump too far ahead
never read the last page first
and to enjoy the way
the syllables on every page
flicker off each other's tongue
at always the right pace
lets love even the space
between each chapter.

read with me.