OF LOVE IN UNLIKELY QUARTERS.

OF LOVE IN UNLIKELY QUARTERS.

S

weetie, sweet pie, cupcake honey,

And all the diabetes causing sweet words.

We are even herbal, calling each other,

Sugarcane, sweet Irish potatoes,

Sweet bananas not forgotten.

 

S

oon, countless hours are lost together in blissful chat.

Staring with into computer screens,

Perhaps looking for a clue whether we have a tomorrow together.

 

I

n no time, we were inundating each with serenades.

I call her honey, she calls me sweetie.

I call her my queen and to her,

Her King I become.

 

M

y fingers, aptly type my hearts feelings,

As I wait for her popping messages, my thoughts swirl and twirl,

Myriad questions fill my mind.

Have I struck gold or pay dirt?

I

don’t know what the future holds,

is this an emotional phantasmagoria?

I mean is this a heart based illusion?

Or a diffusion of emotion via social networks?

 

T

he genesis of this is Facebook.

I call it Farcebook.

Is this a farce?

 

D

on’t get my view as askew.

If I were to ask you,

What would you do?

As for me, am in it, for it, for you!

Yea! For you; my mukwanoà J. E. A!