Wrap me up in your
piano keys,
strung up on your wires
and circuitry,
words fall out of my mouth
in endless binary,
a language of
ones
and
zero's....

I should have told you
about the delicate
way
I see you play
and it cuts me,
I should have said a few things
about
the movement of
your hands
across your composition...

and I guess I should
have
watched myself
around your circuitries,
the opening and
closing
of the sparks of
input/output
and
the groundwires
and processing
of everything you are,
I should have
hardwired myself
into your motherboard..

but its alright...
I love you just the same.

02/27/2002

Posted on 02/27/2002
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