Life online

Like reaching hands in a dark room, stretching out with grasping fingertips searching for briefest touch.
That delicate brushing sensation that assures us we are not alone.
The barely sensed breath on the back of the neck that proves someone is there with us.
We reach to each other across the wires.
Electrons flow bringing us together with shared thoughts.
Words on a screen.
The digital spark that simulates contact.
Briefly a connection is made.
All too soon the signal is lost.



Fuck it, back to porn.