A book to her cover
--a love letter
I can feel you around me,
stretching to fit my unruly pages,
the words which might otherwise escape,
scrape my insides clean, an obscene
white nothing from whence
I would not recover.
I can feel you in me,
marking the unfinished part of myself
lest I forget where I am and where I am going.
I can feel you, your tattered edges, the scars
of casual clutter and time
which wears away at us both.
Poet's Note: The prompt was to write a love letter from one inanimate object to another. I think (and hope) mine's self-explanatory. :-)