Twisting her hair to a knot in the back,
She settles in to type; but what today?
Poetry, yet free flowing or with tact?
Shall she write eloquent or let words play?
Her lip in teeth caught as her thoughts wander
Through love’s past, present, possible future.
Her mind winding, past lessons she ponders.
Suddenly, inspired, words flow through her.
With furied clicking, tapping and ticking,
Something unfolds from her graceless fingers.
Her eyes glaze with pleasurous precision;
Words fall in place without hesitation,
As all those tales that in her heart linger,
Flood the screen with purity, remitting.
Each sense, all five, bring back that history,
Of love and life, sweetness and misery.
Unrestrained, she pounds the keys rhythmically.
Again this night, she lets her soul flow free.