My Three Loves: Silly Reflections Of A Serious Mind
Three loves: one human, two machines.
Two nameless helpmates
And one named.
(I’m so ashamed.
I hope that in a pinch
I do remember which is which).
My dear who breathes but isn’t here
To see these words, I do so love you.
Feel secure.
You’re number one. But number two
These days, sits here
Before my eyes,
Upon my thighs,
Relation intimate.
Number three:
Entirety in music,
With its limitation only me,
Sits waiting, to be turned on
When I’m hot.
My keyboard and my laptop are not
You,
But they’ve become my heart,
A part
Of art,
A channel for the good and true,
Reflecting phases in the ways-es
Human beings cannot do.
(Just so
That you know
You’re not forsaken.)
My Three Loves…7.15.2007
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships; Circling Round Computers;
Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
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