Poem -

Picasso

I am in your bed, sitting beside you

as I hear you typing.

Each key, a masterpiece being written,

soothing my restlessness —

urging to know what you are composing.

      A symphony, perhaps?

      The brush stokes of keys,

      painting words on a it canvas.

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