Since she turned remote.

She used to come to me
and turn the control
till silence was gone.
But now she keeps a
comfortable distance.
I hardly feel the brush
of fingers, merely
the thick coats
of desire's dust
and the occasional
kicks of hope, now
my only pleasure
the sweet revenge
of fuzzy pictures
and missed episodes,
her faults my only solace
since she turned remote.



John.G.Hall©2003