A man fucks an avatar while ogling porn.
A woman makes love to a synthetic while considering romance.
Unacquainted, he spies on her and she contemplates him.
Betwixt them a black mirror.
When he exits his flat, she does also.
Masks in their machines, not regarding the other.
They share a lift, and nothing more.
Both blind to their weakness for the other.
Between them, an unseen black mirror.*Inspired by the television series Black Mirror.
The fragrance of flowers loved so much, the crunch of leaves underfoot, and the soft embrace of mist at the first blush of day. In the sand and crescendo of waves, crab and cattails grasp her, and rollers bear her distant and deep in the Great Big Blue. She is passed, yet still ever current. She is consciousness, a recollection clutched steadfastly in the heart. I listen to her voice at daybreak and at dusk, she is all around, bound intimately with the Goddess, enduring and verdant, yet still her own. Her spirit ascents apace, and in a burst she hurtles in all directions, towards the center of all things, and to the outer fringes. She is stardust.
Gaia cradles us in her verdant bows. The balm of grass and a warming fire. Glowing embers meet the cosmos beyond. Stars skip, she spins, and my mind swims. Creation in all it's grandeur unfolding and ebbing with every drag and sigh we take. Chill air covering her skin. Goosebumps beneath a mantle of blankets. Momentarily warmed, from the inside out. Unobscured providence, she moves, and my soul is fascinated. With each lure of her hips and the savor of our lips, Galaxies erupt, until we spasm, vibrating with all the unknown. Then one and all. We, and them. Succumb to a tranquil slumber. Fullness and emptiness. Filling and draining. The void. Darkness turns to shadows. Nothingness. Nothing. Timeless. Time. Less. Eyes open. Transcendent. Rinse and repeat. Rinse. Repeat. Repeat.