See the pages of the book as they flutter on the desk,
Caught by draught from semi-open door,
Glance upon the words, skim contents double-quick,
They’re flipping soon again, to peek some more.
Revel in the glimpse of the secrets words reveal,
While page is resting, sit down on that chair,
Peruse the contents fast, this moment doesn’t last,
A waft of current moves, no time to stare.
Chapter heads elude as the pages fall to rest,
Guess the meanings read without the clues,
Like guessing at the contents of the journal that you buy,
Minus headlines, quite frustrating news.
Reach to touch the pages and control the speed of pace,
But force invisible will shield the book,
Quickly, scan and skim, a glimpse of she or him,
Too late, await, you’ve had one little look.