The sunlight on your body is like the
Circular glow of the bedside lamp on
Page 81. The silk duvet is your dust
Jacket. The only one that I’ve ever
Kept on. Your vertebrae constitute
The image that’s on the book’s spine.
And your smile lines are the creased
Pages that I love the most. But, my
Friends still laugh at me when I say
I’d rather stay at home with a book.