Space

Please...don't tell me

  What not to read

Don't even tell me

  What to read,

I have crossed the realm

 Of fear, I don't belong.

When you see a book

 Languishing on my lap

Sometimes so intimate

 To irritate and wishfully

Long for that space

I may ignore the look

On your face

Maybe one day when you

Understand my need to read,

To tread dangerous paths

And leave me be

Then I might put my book

Aside...to notice you