Internet Isolation Facebooking My Space

by Jihmye Collins

A demise of privacy and stealthed isolation
the tenderness of touch passe
warmth replaced for expediency
the new temple of worship

google blogging textmessaging facebooking my space
tweeting and twitting a prayer
for faster shout-outs,
twitching mode in incubation

the intimacy of pleasurable touch forgotten
Michelangelo’s tantalizing tingle
of tipping fingers
teasing shots thu our innerselves

lost subtleties of nuance, discerned non-verbals
that only face-to-face
clasping hands and peering in eyes
can pleasingling create

through it all I wish
for every E Harmony love encounter,
something more than an electronic connection,
casual happiness from skin-to-skin embrace

in the meantime, I’ll snail mail
an invitation to meet with friends
on the park green
and read poetry together
Jihmye loved to go to the hoop, to watch the game, to enjoy the playoffs, so: