The Typewriter
Unrequited love, but not as you know it
My love
for you grows
like words on a page;
sporadic spurts, tap, tap, tap
giving shape to the abstract.
.
My heart beats
for you
in the soft staccato of mechanical arms;
flameless firebrands which
raise, lower -thnk! — raise, lower — thnk!
industrious rhythmical percussion
printing signs and symbols
deciphering the inconveniently inarticulate:
.
longing,
loving, wanting,
needing,
desiring
.
Each carriage return lurches leftwards -
another line — another breath
another heartbeat
another Word Divine
giving shape to that which can’t be held
describing the indescribable:
.
your warmth,
my happiness — no, insufficient —
my sheer jubilance
you bring with your smile — just your smile
.
And all I have
are these signs, symbols
signifiers, typeface
cool and efficient
words beaten clunkily out
of an ink-ribboned heart.
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