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Online romance


Submitted:Nov 5, 2011    Reads: 52    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


You became my obsession

clay I could mold

A4 I would collage

paper I could fold

My creation naked

her eyes open and whet

Our machines connected

as our bodies met

Digital rhythm

peppered the electrical air

Went from macro to soft

in the wane of your stare

Download complete

dented keyboard on floor

Jeans knot ankles

we move no more

Caught in a web

of pages soaked in sin

Temptation on cheek

guilt bruised on chin

Assassins in black

bold in their warning

Satin white flecks

point to the morning

Re-plugged a wire

spells out upset

I became snared

in where we met

I forgot my obsession

clay I couldn't mold

Naked in soft wear

I wait to be sold





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