You skid around

thought,

instinct draws

misaligned.

I love from a distance

knowing only

your words

consume me like a

sultry walk across

the floor.

I burn, but not with passion

it's the imagination

that yearns for more

questions my reality

churns to explore

this netherworld region,

ASCII Eden,

I abhor.

Misaligned,

I draw

love from a distance.