Virtual Romance

A contact, a request for attention

The sorties commence, to find who is real
This one strikes the right chord
In spare but lucid dialogue
Ticks boxes, sidesteps traps

It is absurd, of course

But Fancy flies
In the face of Reason
As luminous syllables invade slumber
rOooommmmm ...yOoooouuuuuu.....

A douche of cold logic brings clarity
The castle crumbles
But in place of bitter taste
A fragrance lingers

Pulsing poetic memory

Of romance in a nutshell

And part of me will always be
"In a room
Dancing naked
With you."