Typed

I have you.










Typed across my skin, like burn marks.
I have you, typed in pink and blue...
or black, when we were lazy and didn't bother to change the font,
to make it more like us.

I bear you, strapped like a cross.
Typed across my skin like newspaper pictures.
Written and doodled over and over again.

I tasted you, through cables and miles.
I tasted you, through modems and LAN's.
I felt you, through voice and chat.

I felt you.
Dead phone lines.

I have you typed across my skin in pink and blue,
I carry you stabbed through my eyes, in Times New Roman.

I felt your fingertips through the white cable in a dream,
where the plugs settled against the holes of my skin,
and spilled you through like human jelly.

I tasted you because I could.
I bear you typed across my skin, to remind me of

Promises and cables and dreams and impossibilities.

Romance and novels and lusty phonelines.

~















I have you typed.
across my skin.



(Another one of those things rigth from the top of my head.)

• On Saturday, March 3, 2007, Mab (1193) wrote:
  
  this was delicious.I savoured your words
  
  
• A former member wrote: This was amazing. Very well done
  
  
• On Saturday, February 24, 2007, Carnapharnelia (40) wrote:
  
  Thanks
  
  
• On Saturday, February 24, 2007, verablue (139) wrote:
  
  no one has comented yet? what is wrong with you people? fantastic write...cabels and internet romance....dead phone lines. "I felt your fingertips through the white cable in a dream, where the plugs settled against the holes of my skin, and spilled you
  
  
• On Saturday, February 24, 2007, verablue (139) wrote:
  
  through like human jelly." i could never resist the cyber imagery, machinery. it must be the rivet head in me. sorry if i make no sense...i just woke up. favorite.
  
  
• On Saturday, February 24, 2007, Carnapharnelia (40) wrote:
  
  Why thank you. You make perfect sense to me too. Much love for the favorite.