I’m a lover and 
a poet I approach
A bed and page
Much the same way
Computers and phones are
Like relationships complicated difficult
Time consuming to navigate
Ah but my typewriter
My typewriter and paper
Are like a lover
Already naked and waiting
Prone and arms outstretched
Beckoning come here love
Let us explore each
Other like those nighttime’s
Before let your fingers
Wander as slowly or
Quickly as your mind
Tastes the vision of
My breast and let
Us climb and fall
And climb higher and
Fall lower at last
Until you murmur aaahhh