Keystrokes
A short poem for the Tattoo Challenge
By Silver DauxPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Christian Wiediger on Unsplash
Your keystrokes are fire in my blood.
Let me memorize the way they press
Adoration into my skin.
Let me listen to them like rain
And find the pattern of love
Tucked underneath the pitter-patter.
Give me an audience with your words,
And let me fall asleep to the honey love
Of your keystrokes tapping in my blood.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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