I don't know your face

I don't know your face.
It's a mystery.
And so is your race,
And your history.

But I do know your mind:
It's power to love.
And so rare to find:
This fit like a glove.

We met on the screen,
"My first time here too!"
While kids barely weaned
Screamed in their chat zoo.

You suggested IM,
I thought you so cool.
And I had to pretend
I knew nothing at all!

But we soon hit it off,
Chatting like friends
About my nasty cough
And your poor taste in men.

Then one day it changed.
The tone of your words
Were distant and strange.
You had trouble, I heard.

You'd split from your ex
There was no turning back.
So our thoughts turned to sex:
Your loss and my lack.

Our words tumbled fast
About your dreams and mine
And we knew in our hearts
we'd crossed over the line.

Our passions were real,
Each word deep with intent.
On screen we would steal
Every sexual event.

Such separate lives,
Came together each night,
As we lit up our eyes
In our monitor's light.

Our foreplay online,
Guiding our hands,
Would truly define
Our intimate demands.

Our acts were alone
But our minds were conjoined.
Each pleasure our own,
Each moment purloined.

But the fire couldn't last,
We had to agree.
"Should we meet?" We both asked.
But it wasn't to be.

So the cruel, hard real world
Came between us back then.
Then I met a nice girl
And you dated men.

We still sometimes chat,
In some virtual place.
And the strange thing is that
I still don't know your face.