can yew feel it?
have yew felt it yourself?
that tremor,
flutter,
slight flip of the heart at every thought . . .
reminisce and feel its dull tug.
dream of the future and feel it fill.
hope pulls it,
fantasies stretch it
people can break it
heart to Heart.
soul to Soul.
match it. Make it. Hope it. Dream it.
love of yew feeds my body.
dreams of yew feed my soul.
how can I fall in love with only words?
words and pictures, grainy and compressed?
a jaypeg love is truly for the birds.
you'd have to wonder whether I'm repressed.
but love it is, through all the bits and bytes,
for someone who's like no one else I've met:
tender, charming, bright, King of my nights,
all I've ever dreamed of, on the Net.
and though he's living in a distant place,
i love him as I've loved no one before.
will I ever get tew touch his face,
hold him in my arms and, perhaps, more?
eh?, meh! No matter what, I'm still in love.
through modems must our e-mailed passions move!








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