Click Clack Kiss Smack
Online dating, what a trip, in the Arctic I’d rather strip. It’s a place without written rules. And the poet’s craft bears no jewels. ~ A sea of faces afloat on a screen, choices made virtually unseen. Definitions there have little meaning, optimistic opinions largely leaning. ~ While kisses await when on track, misplaced words lead to a smack. The high and lows beyond compare, all’s to expose if you dare. ~ Much can be learned about ourselves, surprises abound when one delves. While at this stage of life options few, reality’s virtue’s now less true. ~ Fates may collide with a single click, or hopes shattered just as quick. Now looking forward and thinking back, my head types with a clack.
~*~ SCK050219















