I sit in an afternoon coffee shop
in my mind
or, at least, my avatar does
which is me
the spirit is the body refined
we drink the digital soup
and you, or your avatar, or you
speak sublime
bare your soul
wear your heart on a digital sleeve
which flaps in a digital wind
through the glass
open
on a digital day
with the afternoon sunlight streaming in
and I take your hand for comfort
feel your warmth
against my digital skin
and you sigh
or your avatar does
which is to say, you sigh
and lean in
an invitation, so I lean in
and kiss your trembling lips
and you begin to glow
and so do I