"I Remember Every Time Your Fingers"

~ from "Quiet World":

I remember every time your fingers
      Gently touched the covers, rubbed my spine
      And studied me, as if a text divine
In your eyes, as they stumbled and lingered
And breathed in every word or thing there
      There was to me: How my paragraphs aligned
      And how my lace and stitching was designed
My body sang for you – would any singer?
But you could never understand beyond
      That which was plainly scribed for you to read
      You could or would not see intricacies
Or give to me the thought deserved, you yawned
      And put me on your floor, then felt no need
      To open though I gave you liberty.

June 5