tagNon-Erotic PoetryReflections On A Typo

Reflections On A Typo


now I know,
that to love
you must live

as if one or the other
is nothing but a slip
from typing too fast
on neighbouring keys.

Maybe just stumbling,
a motoric mishap
form an occupied mind,
so hellbent to love,
(or was it to live)?

Whichever distraction
disturbing enough
to slip on the keys
I now know

I love you.
I live you.
No difference.
Both I do.


Report Story

byLinbido© 6 comments/ 2674 views/ 0 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (6 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (6)

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

You may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: