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Connecting

Connecting

CONNECTING

by Mary Shay

Your description of me is a hard act to follow
What flows through your mind and bleeds to the hollow
Allied to cold-blooded veins in cyberspace
Extracting warmth to form body, hands and face
 
A floating hologram with no imperfections
That contacts, and feels, and embraces conversations
Yielding friendship, love, emotion and awe
The mind can’t but sieve the occasional flaw
 
For if that image were to come to be
The blemishes and limitations would not take long to see
So hidden behind this mesh of imagination
Let our love live long and push for higher expectation.