Keeping you, I hold you in my hands. The keys I press and depress all the lettered buttons at my disposal, and you’re still here taking all I have to give every damned expensive word and thought. You don’t even know how much I’ve given. How much I’ve needed to give, keep giving to you words you’ve always asked for these words on paper; love, desire. but I’m still beneath the sheets with writer’s block or lack of inspirati...