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.