Come into my hands
like a book.

My hands are strong,
have weathered decades,
will hold you tight.

Let them open you
to the right page,
the center of you.

Let me enter your story
and together we will
search your text
for meanings even
you don't know, yet.

We will write
unimagined chapters.

Cackle at the comedy;
weep at the tragedy.

We will read
each other's pasts,
guess what happens next.

We will find
the perfect passage
and know where
we belong
int the world.

At the tale's ******
we will explode
into a final
exclamation point!

If you only
come into my hands
like a book.

Type this,
Double tap that,
Tweet this,
Post that,
Like this,
Like that,
Face Time here,
Face Time there,
Search for this,
Search for that,
Constantly searching on your iPad,
Too engrossed to even look at
Things that are in front if us,
Typing away on our keyboards,
Getting things we can't afford,
Insert slang here
Insert slang there,
Cuss word here,
Gonna tap that there,
So many words we dispronounce,
Walking in and out
Of doors and places,
Gotta go,
In a rush,
Typing away here and there
Up and down,
What has happened to this crazy town,
Society.