Like a dance beneath raindrops,

you can tango under a screen light while binary codes drop like autumn leaves.

Is it Romantic? ahh!! you know this place can be crazy and unexpected.

You reach out to a keyboard and sometimes steal or miss a heart beat,

capture or relinquish a breath, let go or burden anguish,

feel or touch a Face-Book your place on the back of a wish upon a friends request.

 

There is no guarantee but who needs one? when the space we occupy promises that the person in the picture doesn't mind being a depiction of your dreams...

you add and they accept and the fairytale begins,

but not on a white horse, instead through virtual transit line, of miles and miles of hollow digital space that keeps you together.

And you travel to faraway places over-technological-seas flying through the air space between your chair and desk.

 

You like so many things on his profile that if every click was a brick - you could have rebuilt the berlin wall on his timeline.

and then smashed it when he fails to take notice.

You patiently wait but he doesn’t know-this, cause while you contemplate on a comment, there is a ‘certified hottie’ building the Great Wall of China through Private Messages.

 

You are left praying to newsfeed gods that -somehow!! they resurrect your best profile picture on his feed.

He is one of your subscriptions, you know every description to his face,

well, umm... at least from the only place, he likes to take photos... which is like a 45-degree side profile, but under the right lights so he can looks like magic mike or something...

 

You sleep to the silence of your notifications and awake to their sound.

Your mother wouldn’t dare wake you, even if you were late -but that sweet beep-beep will be your-breakfast-lunch-and dinner date.

 

You spend the day planting another him-fantasy into the soil of your imagination and hope that maybe this one will grow branches.

This place, this bit of cyber space, can be a bit much sometimes

but who cares,

cause its become the only floor, on which you dare to explore tango…

you crawl out cautiously, like a prisoner of war

from behind the cordon of your insecurities

and run free like a escapee, you don’t look back, only forward at that top left hand corner of your screen

 

your destination is that tiny red square called notification…

 

He clicked ‘like’ on a song you posted

So you click play and let your imagination run to him

Like your 16 and this is high school romance  

your fingers chase you to the keyboard in a trance

And you tap and turn and twist them

Like hes holding your wrist and twirling you towards a mystery

 

So once more.... you grip his invisible hands, turn up the music, close your eyes and dance beneath the screen light…

 

 

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This is ultimately presumptuous and sad. People use digital media but youcannot presume that women fall in love with imaginary men on the internet. No more than men do. Still this is well written. Its just a shame that it is "male chauvanistic" and condescending.

thank you for your comment... does it seem chauvinistic to you? I wrote it straight after I came across that cartoon... i think the cartoon set the gender... but with art its worth looking behind the immediate structures.. a poem is usually projecting the poets own being/experiences/dilemmas.. no? the metaphor/analogies/characters used don't matter...

my opinion anyway.. :) thank you again for commenting 

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