A Love Letter To Literature

I want to get lost in your words, to lose my grip instead of hanging on every one, until I am swept away on a tidal wave of allegory. 

I shall dance across your syllables and tiptoe over every vowel, consonant and punctuation mark.

I will sleep only when you pause for breath; split second, thinking of what you will wake me with next.  My slumber is no more than a comma.

Let me into the encyclopaedia of your mind. I shall walk its dusty pages and never tire. 

Read to me your thoughts; things only half remembered yet noted down for safe keeping.  I shall trace my way through those lazy, handwritten paragraphs and always feel safe alongside the words contained within them.  The looping arcs of your script will pull me in close; the only embrace I need.