I had blitzed your sectors
But all this time you’ve survived
Interred in my one-terabyte drive:
Knight jonesing for escape, five fingers
Passion, fondling my door handle,
Goodbye our too-easy improvisation.
I conjure desperate devious
Charms, supplications, jammed connections,
Viral replications, heartfelt blackmail.
Impatient, lover? Hanging in the
Of my blue-screened doorway, our fungible
Of dull bruises, ragged tears?
Confusion, lust and memory
Phantom on phantom, our names elusive,
By one for another. Here’s what sinks me: