I saw her
but she wasn't a human
she wasn't flesh and curves and hard lines
she wasn't tangible and real
she was a poem
made up of woven sentences
synced syllables and flowing verse
she was a ballad, a couplet, a sonet
free verse
beautiful and poignant and touching
heart breaking and encouraging
I could see my favorite line
curving around her jaw
and resting on her nose
it was a haiku
and the meaning was meant
just for me
her hair was like pages
fluttery and fragile
yet strong and pure
I wanted to touch it
to feel the realness of it all
and to smile at the smell
of a good book
instead I sat down with her
consumed the lyrics in her eyes
over a cup of coffee
I read her everyday
a chapter her and a chapter there
and when I finished
I hardly knew
what to do with myself
but read the book
again