Trail soft fingers down my spine,
And slowly ease the cover open.
I will let my pages flutter,
Falling softly
On each side.
Don’t force me open,
Or my spine will crack.
Softly, gently,
Cherish the pages I show you,
And in due time,
Let me show you the rest,
Until we get to the blank,
Unwritten ending,
Waiting for your ink-
To fill in a chapter for yourself
In my story.