80 Beats Per Minute

I'm touching you through electrical impulses. She's alive. She breaths the static air with relief to tell you she's liberated herself. Flipped on the switch of communication and aches to read your voices.

4 weeks at post and I think I'm some kind of poet. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm not done. I'm back logged on 10 plus blog postings, so I'll be around for a while getting my technological fix and hopefully giving you something to laugh at. Simultaneous stimulation. Never said I wasn't a giver.

I miss you more than I could ever say.