Electronic Torture

 In the beginning there
was the yearning
amorphous
yawning
open
raw

soul
searches
reaches out
tentative, fraught
meaning easily lost
in doubt, in between screen

refreshes

are you there, friend?

what am I looking for?
don't know

a poem sears
music sings out
you speak
and I
respond

pictures
tease,
coax the
shameless
me to the fore

are you there, lust?

your voice
it reaches out
the fingers
curled around flesh
yours? mine?
surprised
I watch
I moan
I beg
I yearn

your turn, dear

more words
flow into
empty space
through sheer
frenzy

the refrain: when next?

text chases
text; cursor
flickers on
then disappears

your avatar
a beacon to
pure torture
so near
yet far
through
screen
and
wire

the refrain: when next?

and... dare we?

we meet
we fit, we
embrace
a whirl of
slippery limbs
sliding past
not sated
yet…

I remember
the mouth, the
arms, the lips
remember strength
recall the chest
the smooth neck
the scalp under
my fingers, soft hair
the shaft, so deep
so slick with me
and sweat

I breathe the heat
passion boils over
not enough time to...
I drink to you
I drink you
drink me

my love, are you there?

my dear, what next?

do we still...?