Open Book

Sometimes you intrigue me

I feel like I want to know you

Inside out

From your over flowing seams to your burning brown eyes

From your mischievious smiles to your blushing red

Sometimes I feel like you're an open book

That everything is there for me to see

That nothing is left to imagination

But then again

When you look away too soon

Or when you glance at the ground

I feel like I missed a few pages

You know, like when two pages are stuck together

And in my eagerness to finish the book,

I skiped them

Maybe it's true

Maybe it isn't true

But baby for sure

You were my muse