My Website Mistress

Each time I log on I am reunited with my love
The familiar facade a soothing balm to my soul
An artistic amalgamtion for my eyes
And a subtle reassurance for my hands.
But lately my mistress has become fickle,
refusing to let me see her for days sometimes
tantalisingly I still know she's there
but the intimate connection is forbidden.
And yet I love her still,
Although sometimes the topic of the day infuriates me
Or the talent she displays numbs me into seclusion
away from her words and back into my own head.
And yet in spite of all of that
I meet to her daily if I can
Eager to catch up and comment.
But most important of all is how she listens
when I ramble on and on with esoteric allusions
and metaphors baked inside enigmatic pies of wordplay,
Although she may not understand and follow
She at least listens.
In return I give my time and care to her
As well as keeping her
free from those that would destory from inside out
using barbed words of hatred.
Sometimes she herself acts up with angry words
But has been known to let her hair down and joke
Or talk about sex, relationships and fetishisms
Intersperced with profound wisdom and challenges
to feed the mind and push me onwards.

Comically and Tragically though, this deep love,
this deep relationship,
Is with the deep
Is with DU: Deep Underground Poetry
And the website can never love me back.
Still, my mistress is a website.