if body parts were a book

if your eyes were the first chapter
they would ease me in
introduce me slowly
to a charming protagonist

if your hands were the second
they would pull me in
grip me tight
keep me safe
occasionally make me regress to
a version of myself my father never knew

if your feet were the third
they would whisk me to
beautiful places
i didn’t know possible

and our smiles would conclude the tale