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