Cybering

No beaches/ logcabins/ hammocks
no grass under starlit skies
or decks of ocean liner gliding seas
a modem speed of 56kbps...uninterrupted
electricity.. comfy chair and back support
lesser the light better the sight
reach the zenith of passion.
far away. and yet ..like
side by side.
reaching out with warmth inside.
beyond boundaries. geographical. or racial
cytokinesis? you move me..
Lips touch across networks
Touches flow across the cables
Data bubbles caress my nerve endings
Like a million tiny kisses
permeating thru every cell
The thoughts cloud the cranium
the cerebrum and cerebellum
or is it upto the medula?
but.. the effect is raging fire
seeping thru the flesh
creeping into the skin
moistening and hardening
virtual orgasm
The Maestro of this interplay
His tentacles far reaching
I am  a woman, in his arms

Together the notes of the music
Reverberate echoing.
No conductor no symphony
A mere mellifluous blend
The modern techno savvy
At the tap of a few keys.
Transporting beyond Time frames
An eternal utopia
Cybering.

Shobhna Ravi

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