Placing my warm fingertips
I stroke with energy
Feverishly hungry to consume
The black and white colored keys
I eat them with satisfaction
Unable to get enough in me
I think of words multisyllabic
Swallow them easily
Hearing the typing
I cannot express
Melodically bouncing off my ears
Heart beating in my chest
Sitting Indian style pecking
Pecking away at these keys
Is something that's most beautiful
As I write what I please
Categories:
multisyllabic, writing,
Form: Rhyme