Reading is my late night mischief,
Caught in bed with another book.
My fingers lightly touch the spine
As my eyes read all the words that aren’t said,
Breathing deeply now
At that point of no return.
Tomorrow I will wake in the pages that wrapped my mind, the loose sheets
I will turn over again and again
Until I remember I have somewhere to be.
The first part of my double life has called and left message I do not return
But instead answer when I walk in
wearing his shirt with my lipstick on the collar
Like an ear-mark in the upper right corner,
It is a soft whisper that promises a return
Because the world I’m in
Has written me off
And the thrill of opening up again
is a risk I am willing to take
Under the covers, in the dark
Where I read you last.