A love poem to my ipod.

I got an ipod shuffle. I'm in love, it's true love this time.I lie in bed late at night, in the dark, earphones curled in my ears and the odd blue machine so full of sounds and hopes curled into my palm. Vienna Teng's "Recessional" delicately swirls into my head and passes through my body as the new words strung together pass along the nerve lines between my lips and my mind. Calm and safe in bed for once.