we dance with words
sometimes i own them
and sometimes
you coin the phrases
massage them on your tongue
and roll them around your mouth
like "r's"-
longing to be stroked
by French accents
and - i inhale them
swaying to sambas
submerged in our subtexts
of sex
on the world wide web
under the pretext
that this is- the next
best thing
to being with you
but a tango
takes two and i can't
dance
this dance alone...
spinning me
spinning tales
on the internet
is not enough
to get me whet
and speaking your name
in tongues
I want to see your face
When you cum
+ in this age
of cyber-sex
it shouldn't feel wrong
but it does
I need to smell
Your body
On my skin
swallow your gentle whispering
So rabid, only canines
Know what we are doing-
That ol' fashioned type of lovin'
To feel your sweat
On my fingertips
Drain the nectar from your lips
This is what I miss/ I miss this
I can't get intimate
With a computer screen
I feel like
Some Hollywood B movie scene
A 'you've got mail'
When what I want is a man
Who lives in a/my time zone
Where I can hold his hand
Instead of his attention..
But I'm afraid to mention this
Instead blow haiku kisses
Thru' cyberspace
Waltz to the words that replace
Your touch
I watch empty
Waiting for you to strum keyboards
That strike key chords
on my heartstrings
My eyes sting
From watching this machine blink
And I can't think 'bout anything
'cept black bodies swingin'
in the southern breeze-
not the kind distended
from Billie's poplar trees
but our bodies bumping
in search of release
like Jason after his golden fleece
You're still pulling the wool
Over my eyes
Medea lulled fire- breathing
Dragons to bedtime lullabies
To secure her prize
And I play mind games
to keep you hypnotised
Invent hieroglyphics so
You read between my/the lines
Add horny smiley faces
To make you fantasise -
But this kind of intimacy
is a lie -
I hide my loneliness
Behind poems that I
Did not/ cannot write
Fall asleep re-reading
Your messages
to slake my appetite
and maybe it's not right
but it's all that I've got
and perhaps we shouldn't
keep pretending
to be something that we're
not
-lovers
but were dancing still
your absence has left a void
that email/this has to fill
I'll save you salsas
And borrow
Alanis' jagged little pill
I'll write the words that burn the page
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