The Book of Susie


There is a skin;
a page of skin
that wraps the mind
and comes alive with the touch of your voice.
The reading of our days in the dark.
Bristling to a shiver,
my hand hovering
to turn you,
soaking up the heat of your rump.
My heart singing in thumps.
That I get to re-read is marvel enough:
memories of nights to come
in familiar tingles.
I turn off the light
to pick you up-
my bedtime book.
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