Sending Love By Satellite
Even before the spores landed, the lady lived through her keyboard,
The tiny percussions of the alphabet
Were proof-of-life, strides for freedom,
And sometimes, tokens of tenderness.
She sent them out, but they didn’t last.
Not everything is meant to last.
At least, the wrong word didn’t stand there grimacing,
As a scary statue might,
But it was hard on her to work so hard
On things that barely exist.
His dragon’s lair is full,
But he goes out in search of treasure,
He tells her his tail droops from the effort,
Especially from pretending the quest is freely undertaken.
There is one thing they agree with the gamers about:
Some fools need smiting as much as the couple themselves need swords.
Her inner monologue doesn’t see the blood,
Just their moment of victory.
Sometimes it’s hard to long off.
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