"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, January 21, 2011

Connect In Our Disconnect

We connect in our disconnect.
I see your face,
but I can’t touch your skin.

With words you stroke my heart,
brave at a keyboard,
but could you speak them.

I see your picture smiling at me.
It stirs my heart,
but you can’t hear its beating.

These two that cyber space
has brought together
let no new flirtation tear apart.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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