and as she sat unwisely
in the palm of his hand
still her faith in him was

boundless, even when her
virtual reality became a
jungle of virtual madness

she had touched him
as he had her and he
inspired her creativity

total strangers draping
one another in sweet
hedonistic adoration

then fading like feathers
in the wind like virtual
lovers tend to do yet

he is close at hand for
she is his virtual lover
his castle in the sand

and when he reappears
her landscape becomes
brighter and enriched

the very fabric of its
tapestry enhanced and
again she is shamelessly

driven to distraction or
perhaps she is simply
driven...