Weeks into our birth
Coaxed to touch through words of silk and worth
Trophy boy, that one
Pushed him off the board to take the plunge
Update twenty-five
Love strung tight by clinging wraps of twine
Yearning for the time
When the artificial you wasn't online
Oh, that's not enough
Say you love me too
No, that's not enough
Say you love me too
Superficial super-glue
Posthumous in servitude