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Author: Fast Food Fantasy PM
Love lost in cyberspace. If you have any title suggestions, please, let me know. I could really use some good ones.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 395 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-05-07 - id: 2357667
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I dream of the future.
You lying on our bed
Draped in white bed sheets and
Your heart splattered boxers and
Decade old socks
Watching the TV in a hypnotized daze
Your fingers clicking combinations of destruction
And resurrection with an ease and grace unknown to even angels.
As I curl against your focused form,
Eyes transfixed on your artificial fate,
I hope (pray?) for a black out.
Or a mini-bomb planted by a terrorist organization of mice
Who are just as sick of listening to loud gunshots
And screamed enchantments until
All hours of the morning as I am.
A bomb which destroys nothing but
This black box which has sucked so much
Of your attention and time.
Daydreaming of the treasure trails and
Excitement promised to us both,
I trace the ravine down the
Middle of your stomach,
Past your belly button,
To the tip of the dirty
And frayed garment you call underwear
Thinking of a time when I wanted
Nothing more than to be witness to your passionate battle
With buttons and joysticks
Hoping to one day be the object of your ardor
And wondering where that feeling went in these past years.
Did I leave it, cold and alone, in the bed sheets of our honeymoon?
Or did I sneak quietly back to reality while it stayed snoring under the stars that marked our dreams?
Did I let it slip from the pocket of my heart into the folds of the couch,
Where so many things seem to be lost and never again found?
Or did I simply forget it in the last pages of a Billy Collins anthology?
Lying across the words I wished I wrote
Drinking the syllables and letters
And, as I feel my head rise and sink with your chest,
If all the mice really wanted was a little attention
If maybe, just once, you turned the game off and
Made them dinner or
Cuddled with them while they slept or
Did the dishes.
If they wouldn't have had to go to such extreme measures.
And I wonder
If that feeling
That adoration that was not so long ago lost
In the folds of an artificial world of monsters and villains and magic and light sabers and codes
Will ever find its way back.