He was a blond seeking a brunette,
scrolling through the gorgeous arrangements of pixels
with impressive stats,
but the day he was separated
from his virtual connection to the world,
he found a deeper connection in the one woman
who was everything the others were not—
whose essence was incense to his soul,
whose taste was strawberry coulis to his lips,
& whose voice was warm to his ear.
“… whose essence was incense to his soul,
whose taste was strawberry coulis to his lips,
& whose voice was warm to his ear.”
Wow. So very poetic. Just, wow…
Thank you, Marie!