Virtually One
Your messages have me,
Meandering through days,
That I count down,
Looking for my life,
In the lyrics of love songs,
The deep ones that end,
In breathless sex thoughts,
Rife with gripping images,
Of two lovers,
Righting the wrongs,
That we each secretly need,
To be freed from,
Words that reverb between,
Breaths that sustain rhythms,
Long enough to move us,
Beyond the abstract,
To a place in which,
We materially love.
I sift through titles,
Of silly rom-coms,
Allowing quirk-laced images,
To play games,
That make my heart throb,
Sending dreams like volleyed balls,
From one side of my mind,
To the next,
Perplexed,
I come to rest at the edge of,
Parallel-parked wants,
So many desires lined up,
Like subway trains,
Laned in stations that await,
Loads of thoughts,
Of a reality with you.
And they move like patrons,
Mindlessly skating,
One by the other,
Desires and dreams,
Indiscernible,
One from the romantic other,
Impeccably dressed,
But deep down being nothing more than,
Devoutly diligent ants,
Magnifying the drudgery of,
Their nature,
Toting ornate attache’s,
Bursting with love notes,
On virtual paper.
Thoughts marching,
Headlong into a frey,
That will have them rewarded,
With fading memories of their work,
Willing slaves to my will,
Making a mind to win,
The heart of you that exists,
Hidden in the old-fashioned mix,
Of handholding,
Keyless conversations,
And a kiss,
They serve to deliver a bliss,
That comes in the wake of,
Contemplating the quickest way,
To best the rest of what you have
Come to expect from men.
These feelings have me calling,
Beckoning, bent,
With hands to head,
Lungs rising, heart racing,
For, I am spent,
Gasping for a breath,
To get me there,
Closer to the fence that bars,
Me from you,
Beyond the ether,
Through labyrinths of ticking,
Tocks and plots,
Of cross latitudinal talk,
Oceans of text,
Rivers of moving pictures,
That entice my drive,
To be with you.
Though I dread having to cross,
Thousands of miles before we touch,
I count billions of inches like stacked firewood,
Framing the outer walls of our love-nest,
Our cabin, fortified by future embers,
To be burned one by one,
Bringing us to flame once we touch,
Each moment from this moment,
A lifetime of anticipation,
Of the cloud-soft kiss that awaits us,
Every imaginative touch,
A threat to be heeded,
To be taken,
With a conscious grain of salt,
Drawn in like thick breaths,
Of better air,
Rich with promise and poised,
To last beyond this virtual lifetime.
