Typewriter
by
Apollo
What beauty your uniform keys possess
as I type out my heart with
that sleek rhythm.
Every movement of the carriage
cements my words in place.
I lose myself to my
imagination.
Ding!
Reality.
Zzzzip.
The next line, I lose
myself once more.
The click, click, click of your
keys become the soundtrack
to my words.
I dream about your keyboard
and my fingers caressing your letters
What wonderful beauty
you hold in your
mechanical body.
What love you retain
in your metallic parts.
You are part of me
as I am part of you.
When I type, we become
one.
Typewriter and poet making
art as a single being.
Message From Apollo
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