For Coco

Steve Dowson

Siren of the internet, she stretches on a WordPress rock 
that’s themed in Baskerville, the background black as night,
the fonts in sans and ornate serif, and all in white.
Revealed in quantized colours, she sits in scarlet heels
and greets me with a white-toothed smile that I know is meant to tease.
A blue skirt lies loose, with space for hands to slide above the knees.

She is the perfect mistress (except, alas, in one regard) –
always immaculate, always wanting, never replete, 
and with breath in the morning that is always sweet.
Of all my subscribers, I rely on her the most
to respond with a Like to my uploaded post.

She whispers in the morning, when I’m half awake
to tell me all the pleasures that she’d like to take 
in French-accented verses that disregard the rules;
and dips in the waters with her virtual hand
to find my holothurian…

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