You are the bible I read each night.
I study your language;
I memorize every comma, every consonent within your text.
I swallowed your reluctances.
I love you with your limitations;
And I, with mine.
I’d pull them over me like a quilt at 8.
Then, I’d dream of you,
With you right next to me.
Where one should never dream.
I still taste you.
The best parts,
and the worst parts.
It’s like a knotted lump in a throat.
The wanting of you.
Still, I open you up each nite.
In search of lines I maybe missed;
Or laughter that’s been misplaced.
As if it were lipstick in a purse.
I study this and I read knowing.
Nothing new will be learned today.
Only moments to be catalogued, and stored away.