I remember you.
I flip back through the pages,
rereading the places
I’ve highlighted, underlined,
marked and circled:
here, a yellow briteline
at the base of your neck;
here, a circled passage
at your ankle, an underline
trails the bottom of your foot.
I study again what drew me
to make these reminders:
your pleasure as I read,
your author’s joy at my fingers,
turning corners down
on the edges of your skin.
(Source: youreyesblazeout, via incandescentblatherings)