If you were a book I would grasp you with each hand As I sink into each page - Your poetic quicksand. If you were a book - My favorite book of all - After years of gazing into you, Your words would still enthrall. When your binding is undone And your cover slightly torn, You would be just as lovely With your pages touched and worn. If you were a book, I would hold you close all night. I could read you without words; I could read you without light.