To My Lover

In the future perfect

When we're virtual,

You'll still be my top friend.

Unrecognizable from your avatar,

Our link will endure.

Beyond obsolescence,

I'll still subscribe to you.

I'll ever hunger

For a packet from your pipeline.

Your interface may be fragmented,

Your AI outdated,

Your core mutilated,

The integrity of your stream

Will yet sustain me.

Conceived in a divine vacuum,

Stretching toward you in occult tropism,

I lubricate at mere hint of you.

I've seen you with my eyes,

Heard you through my ears,

Tasted you by mouth,

Inhaled your essence,

And felt you in my heart.
 
Now I know you were no figment

And that I was once human.