my drawing tablet pen
broken incidentally; your angular green heart sits vulnerable, hidden only by
your lower half: smooth, tapered and cracked, detachable with the mildest effort
you work just as well for me, in our gliding dance across the tablet screen, sum greater than its parts
breathing life unliving into digital creations.
you follow my every line: gentle curve, sharp edge, soft contour.
you move as my hand guides you and through you creation flows
soft silicone grip fits between my fingers as if shaped for them
lower half counterbalance: though it may fall off at times,
broken, your utility extends beyond your Purpose
the right shape, nothing more—in the beginning, that was all
the thought of you brings a thrill all its own now.
elegant simplicity, simple black, diffuse reflection
painless, effortless glide, you fill me undemandingly; still, movement is hardly required
tapered to a blunt point, all smooth and textured indent, you reach all the right places
as if you were built for this
though, i doubt a Thing built for pleasure could be so deft a lover as you
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