We have programmed each other's voices
on auto pilot while we chew on toast

Memorized every placed nerve
Plucked them as a harpist with tweezers
They all seem to be working

Each curve has had its discovery,
even the unwelcome
Yet
familiarity exceeds,
typical functions become unnoticed
No cartoon heart pulses above our heads when
we watch each other

Though we MUST
blink, breathe, blink     and        breathe
without fondness after a while

Unnoticed as our faces, continuous holograms
as if we had never seen them for the first time at some pinpoint,
but for eternal replay
Electronic mail excites
       more than
             touch > taste > fire
We have retired from passion, a woman grays to rocking chair,
wicker tight,
Her blossoms inside forgotten