COMPUTER

Between us a region of touch and silence

Lover's clinch it takes loneliness to be

So intimate with a machine oh, laugh, laugh

And recall your first shyster smile before

You touched perfection saw your scribble

Transformed emerald on liquid crystal

Early fumbling then the world pitched out

That is the gist of love but one or the other

Always tires I saw it coming for months

Awkward glitches you did not turn on so easy

When blank from time to time a fading light

I should have known I would lose much

They diagnosed a loss of memory you'd caught

A virus or maybe it was the climate for ages

My words had wavered in you then gone muddled

But now you're back cleansed it's worse

Like being with a new man the same routines

Without passion abort/retry/ignorE it's just no good.