Interrobang's Journal: Facetime: A Foray Into Poetry

Interrobang keeps her promises.

This one's for the one who's saved my life twice, once in dreams. You know who you are.


Facetime

Foregrounded process
Engenders the look, the touch
The iris clicking
Flashing warning lights
Speechless communication
Binary conjunction
Opposition
Panting breath
Wires glinting in the dark.

Interface
Smooth connection
Protocols, open mouths
Standards
Legs parting, entwining
The animal brain takes over.

Thrusting heat
Passion-sweat dripping
Overclocked processors
Blinking warning lights
Dials moving into the red
Counter grips and grasping
Delicious savoured movement
With neural fire punctuation
Of overheated connections.
Ozone on their mingled breath
Cables tangling
Self-writing code unwritten
Old instructions push back new.

Clenching muscles
The hot involuntary spurt
Wisp of smoke
Glides through clouded perception
Connection is always imperfect
Circuits opposing flesh
Cries of pain, or pleasure?
Sensors take no readings
The body cannot comment.

They will not touch again until
An errant smell
A lock of curling hair
Moonlight on gold leads
Begins the process anew.