Saturday, April 08, 2006

Cybersex

Tonight, in a moon-soaked bedroom,
on sheets of cotton,
under heaps of blankets,
I take my online lover
to my four-poster bed.
Every time his messages enter
my in-box, I reply the ecstasy,
shiver through electronic foreplay,
of vowels and consonants,
periods and question marks,

love in 12-point Arial font,
with
SEX in the subject line.

I let his words glide in and out of me,

and as he writes, "I miss you,"

I build toward orgasm, as--
letter

after

letter--

his love explodes
on my LCD screen.


Finally, we climax

in a torrent of key strokes

as, somehow, in the ether,

we happen to each press
SEND
at the exact same moment,

hotmailing something as close to love

as two online lovers can get.

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