When night and day
Separated us
Our whispers came together
Crawling into each other’s bed
Or was it my bed, and your chair?
And then…
“And then?”
And then your hand reached
Through static and dynamic banners
Over noise-less
Binary symmetric channels
Under the skirt that lay
On the pile of letters
The sharper images,
On the whispers
The sweet secrets,
And the sticky goodbyes
Of nights and days,
And then…
“And then?”
First we fiddled,
Then I fumbled
And you fidgeted
And then…
“And then?”
And then, suddenly
Poof…!
So now I go back,
To my waterman, to my brother
What a strange brew,
This blogosphere is…!
Littered with
Permanent links
To our heartaches
And…
“And…?”
And strewn with no-reply trackbacks
That make a pedantic me
Not fantastic as you
