A Writer's Desire Poem by sharon wildey

I want to bond with my typewriter
Make it my only friend
Talk to no one else
In some isolated but loving place
I want to bond with the words
Placed on pages and pages of story
Telling of times long gone
And Love that needs no commas
I want to bond with my typewriter
As if I needed no one else
And it was my stalwart place
Where my soul would be free
To speak of unimaginable deeds
My typewriter steel-headed as it is
Tells no one of what I erased
And no one of what I kept
Even in my heart
All these years