Her hands are barley warm,
Her sight is flaming hot,
Her heart is miles away,
Her mind is worlds apart.
She petals board of keys,
With gentle strokes of love.
She’s sending scripted self,
With postal cyber-dove.
Sapphire sheen of light,
Adds only to her eyes,
That rapture through realms
With ardor and agrise.
Her face is wiry-pale,
No wrinkle can be seen.
Emotions t’no avail -
Unyielding to her mien…
Her hands are slightly warm,
Her sight is more than hot,
Her heart, two seats away,
Her mind ’ll be never caught.