TypewriterLover

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