The Future (Proper)

Aka another poem. I feel like a 14-year-old 21-year-old. Haha. Sorry readers, I promise I will get back on track once I get work under control to the point where I can actually manage to write a decent post.

The Future (Proper)
If only I was techno-Tarzan;
surfing wireless routers
to get to you,

Broad bands of distance
offer us see-through
fronting, to kiss

Without touching; no 'fronting'
at least in our
removed and efficient connection –

It spits and crackles,
loud and literal, the
irritating, inescapable future –

But we'll make
our own literature
over strings of sexy

Texts and emails;
Future Sex and Love-
Sounds that we

Build and participate in
in our heads together.
For in these virtually

Real times, you are
the carrot on
the stick, the kiss,

The whisper, the heated
Solidity I need –
The future proper.