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I think that feelings are understated

in this age of plastic smiles

and tags and virtual pokes.

I think that you don’t mean

those words that amplify

your false self and unhappy folks.

You are lost in virtual existence

talking to strangers, building networks

feeding unknown false hopes.

You’ve become insensitive

to reality that burns beneath

those undressed eyes and eyeliner strokes.

I still can’t help loving the scent

of the earth when it rained yesterday

bringing memories as our sadness soaks.

The smell of your skin woke me

When I saw that big old tree

and our naked love withers and chokes.

And our naked love withers and chokes…

~ by rb on July 18, 2008.