Long Distance Love Affair
The new millennium began after raging madness and flames of prophecy in the expectation of an end to the world and I drank the finest Champagne to celebrate it. After the general hysteria subsided my life and the search for a lover continued.
Electricity and fibre optics were the means to an end. We met on the Internet through mutual friends and I never imagined I would grow to experience longing every time your avatar appeared on my monitor. Perhaps you could feel my hand touching the screen…
It is nine years later. Now, our conversations about hot sex and fetishes make my loins engorge with blood and a single tear falls on the polished wood floor between my naked feet. You have a way with words indeed, lover. I wake up after dreaming of you and the best in me is enamoured with your vision of happiness. I am only afraid of the distance. The possibility of meeting you and holding your hand causes anxiety in me because it hurts to touch.
© Text: Orlando Barahona
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