a poem by ariana sexton-hughes — when i write….
….perhaps, to heal….
i love…. the texture, the touch,
the sensation,
that….
“feel”
the gentle “click, click, click” of the keys…
….the real deal is what i need.
yes,
that
energy
the intensity that amazing… ………….propensity ………….to measure……………..so tactile ………………that tickle of pressure
…..of pleasure
yes….
………..this ………..pleasure i treasure……………