The place for writers: Upload your writing in minutes, receive peer feedback from other writers, poets, authors, then get your work published out there in the real world. Learn how other writers are doing it.
Drooling on the Ethernet for a short in connection
While I drain my thoughts into the wires
Shiny fresh face reflecting imprint of my keys
Plugged in and searching my dreams
For keywords of affection and meeting for '
Skin goose pimples at realities possibilities
Of broadband broad vistas anti-broad with
Chiseled plains to entangle in my RJ45 cables
Tongue tingles at the thought of his taste
Salivating as I feel the jolt of his touch
Via encrypted polyhedrons flesh tone texture
Mapped searing my irises as they dance
A jitterbug, looking glazed at the screen
Smelling ozone electric aftershave
Want to comment on this Poetry? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
Clever choice of words for a non face to face communication that many use these days and how it renders similar emotions as meeting someone in person. Nice write.
I'm not going to lie. I understood about half of this, but that's because I'm pretty much a yutz at poetry.
BUT, there's some weird sexy undertone to this I really liked. And that last line stands out. I'm going to read this again when I have more than one eye open. Thanks, Lana.
