So Technosexual </3

What a wonderful age to be,
How easily optimistic you could be,
How impressionable you seemed to be,
Nothing stood in the way of your conquests,

Light enters the bedroom,
Filtering through the blinds,
It radiates across,
As it has done through space,
It bounces off the walls,
Leaving behind shadows of itself,
Bouncing from one object to another,
Imprinting on everything in its path,
Affecting all, giving color of itself,
Selflessly this wave of radiation gives substance to all we see,

No one will read this post,
Drowned out amongst the noise and chaos
Countless automated posts will obscure my words
A secret hidden in plain sight,
Easily it can be unmasked.
Provided one bothers to read the scroll back,
But until then it will continue on,
Lost in the ether of automated confusion

Blinking cursor, what secrets do you wait to divulge?
—- is typing, —– has typed text, then nothing.
—— is typing, and it appears that way for a long minute,
It’s so easy to expect a long diatribe,

What defines a romantic relationship?
At what moment is it that two people fall in with each other?
How is it that people mutually, without a word,
How is it that they join hands, naturally, without hesitation,
Without trepidation look at each other,
And without saying a word agree?
It never ceases to amaze me,
The sidelong stare, the harmonious comfort,
How in the moment naught else matters,