I crave silence
               of the cool touch of your lips to mine
I desire moments
                of misunderstanding as to correct the path we walk
I hunger for sickness
                to nurse back to health
I yearn for your arms
                 like the pages in a book
Continually pressed together until someone opens it up to read of the beauty inside
The things we keep hidden
Secured behind walls of surety
Lick the tips of your fingers and touch the pages
Deftly lifting one to seek the words that fall behind it
Turn each page read each story
Know the character as if it were you
I cling to your words that give intel to a mind I desire to know fully
I will turn the pages being careful not to rip near the binding nor dog ear the corners
You don’t add blemish to a piece of art
You restore the colors that faded from exposure and time
You read and understand all that the artist wants you to know
You are my artwork
I will read your pages
I will learn your faults
And I will love, Indefinitely