You Read My Body Like An Open Book

Poetry Jun 13, 2021

You pulled me off the shelf, not others
Judged, I presume just by my cover
Flicked through my pages, a part time lover
Of written words without much bother

You glanced the title, barely cared
It was my cover at which you stared
Picked me up, flipped me around
Studied my backplate, leather-bound

You liked the backplate, kept on reading
Skipped right past the introduction.
Trailed my lines, your finger leading
Your eyes right to the great deduction.

You flick through pages, till you pause
Reread the whole paragraph twice
Stumbled over the simplest clause
Before you grinned and paid full price

You lose your patience, split me open
Before you jump right to the ending
Read my middle for a moment
Get me heated, get me venting

Put me back up on your shelf
To finish the read at later date
Till you need my information's wealth
I'll be there, wait in this same state

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Lars Londerre

I write whenever the mood strikes or strokes. Things get weird sometimes, but then that's why you're here.