Your words come at odd times
In my today but your tomorrow
We do things we will never do
Things we have never done
At our age, we should know better
But better is so arousing
Are your words as good
As you wish to be?
Can you feel it?
We ask each other about
The most intimate details
The answers disguised as
Something more than imagination
In reality, just vague memories, reconstituted
They are just words
Frustrated tapping on a keyboard
How can you not do it?
The words don’t need lubrication
Impossible mental probings
Both want a touch of reality
Unrequitable emotions bubbling
Today and tomorrow straining
Tap, tap, tap, tapping in the ether
It is only your touch, nothing more
A trusting glimpse given
A brief peek at what is never close
Show me a photo of your passion
Show me a glimpse of your emotion
Show me the other side of today
