If You Were a Book I Would Read You Over and Over Again
If you were a book, I would read you over and over again.
Without stopping to do anything else, I’d read you, like a child
blissfully at play.
If you were a book and I had the time, I would read you over and
over again.
Without interruptions or distractions of any kind, I would read
you, like a seer
reading tea leaves in a cup.
If you were a book and I had the attention span for it, I’d read
you over and over again.
With no one around to distract me or pull me away from your pages,
I would devour you.
I’d be hungry for new words and hungry for old ones too; only
reading your lines would refresh me.
If you were a book, I would treasure what we share: that we are
both objects made by human hands.
If you were a book, I would read you over and over again.
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