Nano-love

Nano-love
aching on baud-waves,
carpal searching tunnel
in synthetic syndromes,
reverberating whispered wisps
of ecstasy.

Key callused fingertips,
quick click tete-a-tete
in a breathless wish
of something more
than digital
nothingness.

Once a time ago,
upon a cathode dream,
I floated cloudless
magnetic skies
in twisted tangled
meta-truths.

Far above, a tall
bird of prey
shared the skies,
confirmed the lies,
the shocking after-words
of hawks.

Nano-love
in megahertz,
fading on a screen
the momentary millisecs
forever lost in literal
reality.