With a pen, a pencil
the warm drawl of your voice
the soft pads of your fingertips upon the glass of your cellphone
Tapping away to tell me how you are
To ask me how I am
To tell me again that you love me
And
how
To tell me again that you love me
And
how
deep
Tap on my heart
The doors swing open
To envelope you in arms of embrace
To warm you with ruby kisses upon lips that are as red
Tapping away upon my cheek
My neck and chest
My other silly places
And
how
much
Because when you tap
You're leaving an impression
Upon my very soul
♥♥♥
Poem by ME! ^___^
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