Ten Fingers (for O)
Ten fingers hover
pausing, then fly
caress your face
with all
my soul
sliding across
a keyboard
not aboard
your ship
not in
your arms
but nonetheless
held entranced
by your charms
ohhhhh my dearest
my Captain
lover
so true
ten fingers move
quickly
bring me
running to you
a trembling rush
a heartpounding hush
our eyes held thru glass
til blurry, half mast
living in two worlds
we meet in this third...
such a strange place
cyberspace
more vast than the ocean
upon which you sail
here we reach out ten fingers
our love will prevail.....
~ Erica 2001