ROCK STAR WRITER a poem by (me!) sandra, tvgp
where did you two meet?
and how did you know?
these are two vital questions
when the answer is... true love.
we met, i say, /with a wink and smile
"..at a hotel. -i worked the front desk, and he was there on business."
it's true.
debbie introduced and i was instantly! seduced.
so long and sleek, quiet and shy..
that irristible skin and those tender black i's
this hp is made for (me!)
i when i say that, i mean that -quite literally
how i love thee, love thee, love thee!
write now! forever! permanently!
yes, i was made for you, and you for (me!)
and when i say that, i mean that -quite literally
as if,
as if someone measured my individual fingers, my write and left hand
as if someone, a designer, who really understands
who without request, and without demand
put my wildest dream in the palm of my hands
"i love you!" "i love you!" types both of my hands
i'm a rock star writer, in a poetry band
yes, i am the keyboard wizard!
i stand like a statue
become part of this machine
feeling all the letters
always typing clean
write by intution
the blog counters fall
i'm a deaf, dumb and blind girl
but i sure play a mean keyboard...
dun ta da
you are comin' with me
everywhere i go
from this day forward -that's all i know
and i still need a monitor
and a computer too
but nothing seems impossible now that i've met you.
you make me feel
like a rock star writer in a poetry band
like my wildest dreams are in the palm of my hands
i'll put a strap on you baby
we;ll tour the land
"i love you!" "i love you!" types both of my hands.
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