Timid

Behind a book,

I disappear.

You give a look,

I reappear.

You walk my way.

My heart skips a beat.

Your hips sway.

Into the book I retreat.

I try to hind behind a book…..

You touch my hand.

A sheep being guided by a crook.

You bring me to a foreign land.

Behind a book,

We lay in bed.

That same look,

But no more dread.

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