The Open Book by Lacy D PhillipsI want to be an open book,
let your fingers glide
along my spine.
You pull me down,
crack my binding wide,
and lay me flat.
Patient under splayed hands,
I rest in your lap.
I want to be an open book,
available for your perusal,
a heart-stopping page-turner
that brooks no refusals.
An instant classic.
A romance.
I want to be an open book
non-fiction, unabridged,
writ large in black and white
with nothing, nothing to hide,
no meaning lost between the lines.
I want to be an open book.
But I'm not.
I am a poem. 06/09/2009 Author's Note: Bah. New relationships!
Posted on 06/09/2009 Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
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