Today I giggle
as we lean against the pillows
reading a story
from that ancient book we found.
Such funny language.
Such silly sentiments.
Your arm is wrapped around me,
one hand resting at my waist,
the other holding the book.
I turn the pages
of this well-loved, ragged tome.
In every moment our hearts
call to one another through words in time.
The letters and sentences becoming more
because we feed them to one another
with love and laughter.
The giggles and the words
soon become more than they were
and you kiss me between chapters.
The bed is warm and soft.
You cuddle me still closer
and the book falls to the sheets.
Mouths drinking more than words,
more than pages of brittle paper,
more than smiles and simple phrases.
The inscription is revealed
in the joining of our bodies
as on the flyleaf of a book.
“To my beloved…..”
