Cyber Date
She spins erotic prayers that he tattoos
onto his libido.
She clutches
at this man plucked from the void,
prints his likeness over her breasts.
His words,
now as close as a bedtime stories
told to her flesh.
They meet at the edge of an idea.
Motel doors slam. Daylight bustles
through echoing corridors.
From each side of twin lamps
there are tongue-tied, tangled sheets.
Their cyber words
have now turned to bats in the sun.
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