Flying On the Wings of Words

We began the dance with a saucy flamboyance. You called to me playfully teasing; I responded with a newfound banter Our steps were smooth, our rhythm steady. Fast-paced, whirling with the wind barely a breath could pass without a word, a smile. Our rapid-fire flirtation floats through cyberspace, the 0’s and 1’s that compose our existence. Then your soft, seductive words silence me. A gasp, an intake of breath, a swirl of images dancing across my screen. Eyes closed, I soak in the moment’s magic, blown away by the force with which your words can tangle my mind with fantasy. We end in silence, sated within our souls. Without the language to make real, we miss the lover’s gentle knowing touch that tells us we were there together.