Your eyes speak volumes
it is my book you want to read
I invite you to open me
to flip through my pages
take your fingers and follow my words
You dive right in me
reading me line for line
digging deeper in to my plot
Captivated by the motive
consumed by my story
a mystical rhythm that keeps you wanting more
As you throughly read my last chapter
you notice my bind is coming loose
you quicken your pace
like a mad man who can't stop reading
My story is completed
you close me up and put me away
another book has left you hungry for more.
great extended metaphor. you can tell it's an earlier poem. You got better.