Monday, 24 August 2015

Secret Lives

Connected in space and time
You on your keyboard, me on mine
Through silence our words are spread
Communicated by fibre optic thread

In separate rooms we always meet
Perching like birds to chat and tweet
A heart to heart in the early hours
Allows our relationship to flower

You tell me all about your life
Omitting one small detail - your wife!
And I recall last week's amazing trip
Unbeknown to you delivered by needle tip

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