In a nook of a nook

               I caught       myself       between two pages of a book.            I was reading underneath white comforters and warm skin.                       The story began with a doubt that had a stubborn hand.                 With his strong hand, he would beat himself and push the air around him afar.                           Nothing could come near him.            Then a butterfly landed on his chest;                                                 she took a nap and f                                                                     e                                                                      l                                                                       l                                                                         into heaven.            I noticed the coincidence,                          underneath my warm skin that was sleeping.                       And suddenly, the doubt was soft;  and became softer as the butterfly kept sleeping.            They found each other in a space where different points meet,                                              and fit each other like birds and bees.                         I noticed the coincidence,                 and enjoyed beight caught;                 between two pages of a book.