She approaches the keyboard with trepidation
Not sure how to respond
Aware that this symphony
Is still forming under the dual hands of she
And him
Somewhere in
Cyberspace
A nameless void
Where nothing is real and mendacity prevails
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Such a touch
The caress of a message
Passing for what amounts to intimacy
In the brave new world
In this world that hurtles into the apocalypse
Singing show tunes on American Idol
While the polar ice melts
And beyond the tipping point
The abyss
And with all that
With all that, she
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David Trudel © 2012
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beautiful, beautiful. Been there and done that!