My Favorite Read

It was storming out

Rain pounding against my window

Decorating the glass with miniature waterfalls

 

I shudder inside my sweater

But not because of the cold

The cold couldn’t touch me here

 

It was the words

They danced in front of my eyes

Like they would jump off the page

 

The characters crawling out like spiders

Tangling me with their webs

Trapping me- I am immobile

 

I was so entranced by the language

So invested in the story

I didn’t even hear you arrive

 

Pushing a stray hair back

Away from my eyes you held me

Tilting my face up to yours

 

“I wonder if you look at me-

The way you look at those pages

Or if only they get such an honor”

 

You smiled as you spoke

Teasing me with truth

I could see it in your eyes- curiosity

I closed the book then

Moving so your standing in between my legs

Trapping you in my web

 

“The pages are special”

I say

“but you are my favorite read.”