I’m the reading
inside your story.
I read between the lines
that I come across
when I touch your skin.

I’m the writing,
the storyteller
of our history together.

I read,
you write.
I’m in
then I’m out.

In motion you’re in
to inspire my ink
that walks through paper
and that’s how you’re out
’cause I’m writing
all what I felt
when you were inside.

I’m the reading
that talks to you
in a whisper,
telling you that I’m coming.

I’m the writing
that welcomes you
in a warm space
without thinking.

I’m the reading
recognizing that your words
rumble in sweet emotions.

I’m the writing,
I’m my own ink,
I feel what you read.

I’m the reading,
I am now the storyteller
I can’t wait to read you;
I just can’t wait.

I’m the writing
that tells you…
wait no more
here I am,
feel me now.

Here you are,
here I am
and as the reader
that I am
I can tell,
I can see;
there is love in your ink.

Yes there it is,
I’m the writer
that cannot longer deny
the words that in ink
want to come out,
but I have no voice
I need you to give me one.

With pleasure
I give melody to your ink
and with pleasure
I say…
Me too.

Yeah! I feel it now,
I feel the voice coming along
here it is,
hear me now saying…
I love you.

Reading is the new black
that is the tune playing
in the background;
sounds of jazz,
sounds of my body
inside your arms.

Reading is the new green
like yesterday theme
when
you and I were having
a picnic on your backyard.

Reading is the new red
like my cocktail dress
that on friday I wore
and you for the first time
kiss me on my lips.

Reading is the new classic pencil
like the drawing that you gave me
asking me to be your girlfriend.

Those are the moments
of our lives together
when reading got into the mix,
into the equation of us.

Like when I was reading to you
or you reading to me
or reading together.

Yeah! Reading is cool,
reading is our thing
and reminds me of you
when you are not near.