I'm reading a book
but there are no
words

the pages are filled
with lines and curves
while my mind
drifts, it
drifts
away

behind my glasses
it's foggy
behind my eyes
it's hazy
behind the text
the lines of text
You're the text
and I'm the crazy

Crazy,
staring at these words
but I'm not seeing
the meaning,
my mind
pictures you
here, and
commence
silent screaming

Because
on the next page,
it's you
and against the hard spine,
it's you,
when I close the book,
and close my eyes,
switch off the lamp,
you hypnotize,
my bare feet
find and take me
to my
bed

it's you,
and the softest place on earth
(your heart)
*it's you,