after we were finished i looked in the full length mirror at my disheveled state. my hair was a mess, my right sleeve off the shoulder, my jacket discarded long ago somewhere in the living room. your pages were lined with scribbled hearts, kiss marks from where my lips had grazed your words, underlines, brackets, words, everything. i had read silently, aloud, upside down, standing up, walking, laughing moaning sighing. no wonder i have not read you until now, it is like i just made love to a book.