Friday, January 1, 2010

reality. intimacy. words.

in the quiet place outside my window there's the sound of crickets singing -
and I cried into my pillow longing for your kiss
While You Were goal remote piece of virtual reality.

in the warm walking distance Between shop and tree Where the cockatiels are fretting -
I wept under my lashes longing for your presence
While You Were goal remote hope for virtual intimacy.

in the sunny disposition of colleagues and teens, next door, drumming -
I sighed in my computer seat longing for your lovely words virtual
While You Were goal remote real life person living.

Mikele Ihnen

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