It was one of those nights when clouds hid the moon,
when you said, 'Come to bed, love, ' and I answered, 'Soon...'
as I opened the windows on Facebook and Myspace
and started to blog, and our love was in second place
as you called to me, honey-sweet words, soft and low,
I was virtually off with the fairies, you know,
writing a poem about how we met,
how we live, how we love, to the whole Internet.
'Come to me, come to bed, ' you implored me so sadly,
'I love you, I need you tonight very badly...'
'Okay, just a minute.' I'd emails to check, too.
I answered, deleted them, junked quite a few.
You went very quiet. My computer said 'Bleep! '
I went to your arms - had you gone off to sleep?
But I should have known better - you meant what you said -
the computer would never have given me head!
Janice Windle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-d-nall-one-of-those-nights-1/
