Virtual Unreality
While we entwine
Making love
We also miss by a thousand miles.
If my kiss is not
One fat lie,
Then is it real?
May I steal
Reality
In the twinkling of an eye?
In the orbit of
A cold hard satellite
Beaming your lips
To mine.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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