Cyber born

The only talent that counts is the one,
whatever the truth of its nature,
that turned her lust-filled, filling eyes
to gaze with growing appetite
on an old and horny man.
The talent which moved her passionate heart
to resonate with the throb of his pulse counts; the talent
that shot across a continent to connect two spirits,
blthely ethereal, in fecund physicality
so that love could grow strong in a dream
a dreamy awakening to a broadening universe
really counts.

A talent lying unknown for nearly a lifetime
until another's talent whispered across the universe
exposing the presence of a searching soul
that only this soul would ever hear
and two souls began to whisper quiet persistence into each other
entwining earnestly before their possessors recognized, acknowledged, rejoiced
they were connected uniquely, universally
in truthful acceptance
welcoming the fullness of each other
by a braided joining of ethical longing,
lustful appetites, and a sense of humour
that tempered their chocolatted melancholy.

Soul mates who would never meet
though their love would hover high
in the stillness of eternity,
fill their lives with passion
before sinking back to stillness
when their lives are spent

boundless within the tiny capsule of our lives
limited to the capsule of our lives