but I wouldn’t mind
you
unbinding
the spine
of all my “one day"s
and wrapping
your fingers around
the body of
all that I contain
underneath
this skin.
I would not mind
sinking
into
the story of you,
reaching
inside your pages,
weathering the
edges of the words
I would not mind
being
made a part of you.
Your name is
already
so deeply etched into this
binding.
I don’t think I could ever
get tired of this story.
It's become my favorite book...
