Love In The Electronic Age

The screen flickers,

the modem hums,

the hard drive races

matching my heartbeat.

The mouse is clicking,

guided by my trembling hand.

Click, click, double click.

E-mail opens

and there you are.

My pulse quickens.

Your letter's sweet.

You'd like to meet.

A flash, a sound

and I scrolled down

and HERE you are,

online

I get nervous,

wondering, who are you

really?

We talk awhile,

you make me smile,

we LOL for hours.

With meeting set,

we click exit.

The meeting's done now,

why did you run,

now?

The screen flickers,

the modem hums,

the hard drive races............

I STILL love the dance.

2/28/97