The book I need to read is face-to-face,
the space I want for mine is here and now,
the tube I play for you is my embrace,
my IM kiss I save to grace your brow.
The transitory things that soon have passed,
the endless games for mere frivolity,
the trivia and fun that will not last,
there they all are to keep you far from me.
The twitter I can hear is for the birds,
the cells I care about are all your own,
my text comes to your ear in whispered words,
my social nets would not leave you alone.
Instead of tech, your face I'd love to touch,
in person you, is that asking too much?
-- by Pete Voelz 9/10
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