I listen br to the whirr br of the old dot matrix - br agonizingly slow, br irritatingly loud, br yet strangely reassuring. br So much a part of you, br my lusty love br and your Luddite ways br and your fistful br of blissful br words. br br You dumped br (after much persuasion) br the electric Brother br you'd used for years br to record br (with two fingers) br those lines of love br and tears br that opened my heart br (and my legs) br some fourteen years br ago. br br But the old dot matrix br stays - br (you've even found a source br of black fabric ribbons) br and every time I hear br its rhythmical, intrusive sound br (reminiscent of a dentist drilling) br I smile - br remembering br how much, br how very much br I love you.