Fresh paper

A clean open breast with delicate lines

Nudge me early in the morning

Gobble up my every word

Encouraging accepting

Feeling bad when I don’t make time

Once a day

Everyday grows into a habit

A practice

A love affair

My palm on your cover

Fingering your edges

Tracing your binding

Open

My nib caresses with scratches

Ink flows bleeds

I give you take