Sonnet XXVII – formed in space

Across the miles, a bond is formed in space;
Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine.
I hear his voice, I see no more than face;
How is it so that he and I align?
All sense and bygone say this cannot be;
One cannot know the unknowns through the wires
(Or without wires – the tech is beyond me).
I only know I sense some kindled fires;
We look beyond to see if love will scorch
Our tender grass emerging from hard earth.
But both agree we can’t deny this torch
Which quickly sparked from early moments’ mirth.
Bask in the warmth and risk the rising heat?
If “nay” brings cold – the morrow’s incomplete.

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