First and Last

A bit of deja vu…

If you only knew:

That you are the novel

I read nightly

But words aren’t words

Not anymore

Their meanings

Are lost to our lore

The letters of you

Your face, your mouth

Melt into warm flames

That first kiss

That first touch

A novel only we could write

The sentences invisible

Except to us

We hold them tight

And I read it all

Each and every night

Line by line

Until everything is fine

And sleep takes me away

Closer to you, by one day