I used to love to lie awake past bedtime
reading by flashlight under the breathing covers.
Maybe that's why I take you to bed like a book now &
open you to a good place & turning
your pages quietly, love you to the end.
Explains why I'm Eveready, why
you're a strange new story every time.
Jim Wayne
Miller, Going Over to Your Place:
Poems for Each Other
(Selected by Paul B. Janeczko)