Just finished this, but there's a lot of things I don't like about it. Once again watch out for horrible punctuation. I think that the end needs a lot of work, but I like the concept of giving book life-like characteristics. I hope to do more editing with this one in the days ahead.
"in the life of a book"
your a pair of lips
keeping secrets from us
closed in
rough etches of pink.
binding grows chapped,
sheds away into old age
and your the sum
of those that have known
you, thrown you down
and cradled you. in
a spin of understanding
that you kiss with words,
softly gripping hearts
when you go wide open.
your petals fused in prose
bloom like a child
on this sun setting of sorts,
that you light us with
laughter, and water our
eyes with tears that do
wilting no good, as shadows
fall on the closing
of a life well lived
in print.
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