she�s your
age, you know.

and
for a second,
(maybe longer)
you wish for
her world, instead of this golf
green one of yours.

three seconds later,
faint
rustling sounds emerge
as you shake your head
(sky eyes twitching)
knowing
for certain,
that you will never take her
place.

it takes a moment for
those three seconds of yours�
to breathe,
and when they finish
she has caught someone
in her web.

some techno geek, society�s freak
has paid his way
into her legs,
for six seconds now
his under weight fingers have been
spidering up her back.

used to typing,
they patter along, leg 1 to leg
10.
of course
they are being charged for the
privilege.

so why
did you pass
up that opportunity?