Member Poem

My lover’s in a different dimension.
He’s out past the orbit of Pluto;
he’s under another constellation.
If he’s in the sun, I’m in the shadow.
I want this solid screen to liquefy;
I'm showing him my cyber boarding pass.
As he gazes in my green electric eyes
he says he wants the girl behind the glass.
Our bodies trapped inside these damn machines,
a superhighway of affection,
this pixelated image on a screen
is all we’ve got – a digital connection
where fornication comes with static noise.
A woman needs a terabyte of poise.