The Keyboard
I’m no poet, I’ve said that many times before, but I do love writing poems with Hasty. I am always honoured and proud that among all thousands of followers and dozens of dueters she still finds time to write with me. Thank you my dear friend.
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I can hear your voice
In each word typed
I can see your face
In each space laid
You hold my breath
Inside phrases
Linger on speech
Stroking keys
—
The rhythmic taps
Of your fingers
Are like footsteps
As you guide me deeper
Along the shadowy path
That leads to the place
Where you hide
—
A shadow begins to form
Remaining just out of reach
With each line typed
Outlines begin to shape
With every paragraph
I am pulled deeper within
And moment by moment
A new world beckons me
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A world constructed
And populated by
The words you raise
A place of safety
Where the words warm me
The paragraphs protect me
Every sentence built on truth
That I know I can trust
Thank you for being the most amazing friend!!!!
Backatcha Hasty GIRL 🙂