I want to be your favorite book. I want you to run your fingers and hands over my pages, memorizing every line…..and while other people will never take the time to read me, I want you to never put me on a shelf where I can collect dust. I’m a first edition, first printing, and a rare find…..for I am the only one in existence.
I want to be your favorite book. I want you to move your eyes over my words, absorbing every nuance and curve of my language…..and while others will never find the courage to learn and understand me, I want your longing to penetrate the essence of my dialogue and allow it to form images of paradise in your mind. I’m a fantasy, an epic, and a story yearning to be told….as beauty deepens when colors fade and creases appear in places most touched.
I want to be your favorite book. I want you to breathe in the scent of my ink and linen as you carry me to bed at night, falling asleep with me in your arms…..and hold me in your lungs, the taste of each phrase fresh in your memory. I am nostalgic…..and patient….as I wait for the flip of a page when, again, you spread me open to our story….yours and mine.
I want to be your favorite book. I want you to sit with me until you can hear my voice in the deepest parts of your soul, and dance with me in every square inch of your being…..for as your secrets dissolve themselves in the world of me, my dreams come to rest in the pulse of you. I am a laugh, a sigh, and original song…..and I will take you to the highest mountains and deepest seas. I will take you anywhere you want to go and places you’ve never been. I will transform all that you see…..your life. You.
All you have to do is pick me up.