I

I can’t write about this.

I must write about this.

Precious …

We’re making time on the sly

Wooing each other in keystrokes

Popping

In

and out of ellipses.

 

“BRB”

That hated acronym.

 

13 minutes staring onscreen..

Searching your digital face.

Your unfazed grace

My Holy grail

My disgrace.

 

Magical comfort

The word

“Online”

Open Sesame,

Poet mine.

 

Stretches heartstrings to breaking point.

Loving you against all advice

Strains, dilates,

Drains passion taut,

Into

Terse condensed,

Line of metaphors.

 

   II

 

This tightrope, poetry

Thin invisible high wire

Dangerous perceptions

Balancing, walking

Clouds

 

The high pole veers

Between

Cognizance

And

Cognitive dissonance,

Against sheer drop.

 

Dream of things

That cannot be admitted on paper

But they burn unwritten

Papyrus in ancient

Parchment mind.

 

Scald soft vellum

Inked in,

Tattooed heart.

 

Blushing cheeks

Sets ablaze sweet

Smouldering scandal.

 

I sense presence.

More potent online

than holding hands

at the movies

More corrosive

Abrasion,

Necking in the car

on New Year’s Eve

was just lust

In the making.

 

In this pure

Meeting of minds

Love is truly blind

Despite the faking,

Words have it.

 

Word druids battle

It out,

Shrinking expanses

And exposing

Euphemisms

On both ends.

 

III

We both came

Online

Simultaneously.

 

You, sitting

at desolate workstation

Me, lying on hardwood

Floor, sinking

Into softness.

Oceans and deserts

Stretch reality

Into fine weaves

Carpet of dreams.

 

We are weavers

Dreaming high strung

Soft spun nightmares

With damned runes.

 

Numbed

Voice

Husky pain,

Distance

Inexorable.

 

Torture is

Laughter of the Gods

Thundering through space.

 

Cruelty is

Miles without

Milestones.

Numberless.

 

Timbred nuances,

Timeless.

 

One instance of pure

Connection

Floating in space

Warping Time, spooking place

Entwined,

Entangled

Beguiled are we,

Stars

Of Cosmic fate.

 

I am infinitely dazed

When I draw a blank

Though I try

To call this love

This is

Slanderous of love itself

Giving you and me

No respite

No touch

No pleasure

Wistful wishful pennies

clinking in a jar of hope

Pebbles in a pool

Making ripples.

 

I am  sinuous jelly,

Melting sin.

I am flan, flaming

Fluid flamingo frontiers,

Sizzling hot

Current crackling

Air.

 

I am everything

I have never longed to be before

I am everything that I cannot be.

 

I am online

loving inside a screen

A startling scream

In a never ending dream.

 

~ Amrita Valan

Bangalore, India