BookAndEnds

I feel like 
a book between 
two different yet
similar bookends one
fixed capable of 
bearing my weight 
and the other 
prone to slipping 
the strong one 
is cold the 
other warmly fuzzy
back and forth 
I go like 
a yo-yo or 
the pendulum of
a grandfather clock 
just keeping time 
until at last 
hands or laps 
or even lips 
open my pages 
beginning to read