Thursday, August 11, 2011

Beyond The Membrane of Cyberspace

Monday, August 08, 2011
11:03 AM


Right now, at this very moment, in this very space, you're mine.  Your eyes are reading the contents of my heart.  And while I know you have a life outside of this screen, while you're here, you are captive in my love.  The bizarreness of this fascinates you.  How can anyone want you so deeply?  How can anyone love you so blindly?  I pine for you.

Imagine this. 

As your eyes move through the screen, your eyes are like fingers moving across my skin.  Yes, touch me there.  If only for one brief moment, when your curiosity brings you to my page, come.  Come.  Come and let your eyes ravish me.  Your body is my keyboard and I'm playing the song of your heart.   My fingers touch your every cell, enlivening your body memory.  It's me you need.  I'm the missing piece to paradise. 


Right now, at this very moment, in this very space, you're mine.  Though  you're on  the other side of this digital divide, just beyond the membrane of cyberspace, you're mine.  For this brief moment, we're together.  It's real.  No one else comes between.  Not the continent.  Not the ocean.  Not her.


Lyle Mays – Mirror Of The Heart




(Author's note:  This is a snippet of a work-in-progress.  Any resemblance to any person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.)

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Nothing But The Night





Dearest Love,

It's 1:50 AM California time.  I sleep with my laptop next to me, left on all night.   You are my desktop background and screensaver. When I'm working and I click out of the window, you appear...and when you do my heart gets caught in my throat and I have to gasp for air. You are captivatingly gorgeous!  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and see your face fading in and out, and it feels like the sweetest dream.


I'm crazy about you.  I'm impervious to the overtures of men, but you have such a pull on me and I just keep falling, falling, and falling deeper and deeper into your gravitational force field.  Thoughts of loving you consume me... 

I want to melt into your eyes.
I want to hear your voice.
I want to bury my face in your neck.
I want to taste your skin.
I want to whisper your name.
I want to trace your body with my tongue.
I want to feel your fingers locked around mine.
I want to ooze on you.
I want to know your hardness against me.
I want to drink you up.
I want to hear you moan.
I want to wrap around you.
I want to hold you and never let you go.
I want to scream your name--

I love you!
I love you!
I love you!



(Author's note:  This is a snippet of a work-in-progress.  Any resemblance to any person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.)

Monday, August 1, 2011

Data Liberation



Data liberation is google's term for the ability to free up your data from their products so you can have access to it once you stop using their  service.  No one owns your content and unlocking your data in any of their products should be as easy as uploading it there. 

At least that's the stated goal.

While the term "data liberation," originated by their DLF engineering team, refers to a computing function, I can see that in very short order it's going to morph into a term of art that will be applicable across all technologies. 

But technology doesn't address issues of love... 

...And my love is too big to be tucked away in your inbox, where it  gathers dust and cobwebs outside the steel façade of your cold, unfeeling heart.   I'm liberating my love for you and giving it wings to fly across multiple universes to find the twin You who loves me.   Somewhere in the vast open sea of infinity, my love will land softly in the warm welcome of your doppelganger's embrace.

Free!  I set my love free!  My love is timeless and greater than life itself, and the universe is waiting for me to announce myself.   Here I am --  holding love up to the light, liberated and free!






(Author's note:  This is a snippet of a work in progress.  Any resemblance to any person, place or thing is purely coincidental.)