Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa:
Fingers dribbling across the keyboard,
'Qwertying' rapidly as they try to keep up rhythm, pace and space
With my pounding heart as I sincerely pour it to her.
A sense of security rests on me
As I suddenly behold Love in its purity while I deeply search and express
Portions of my emotions.
Suspended below the shades of the cybercafé
Me, Jay, son born in rusty-dusty settings of Bopline (Mabopane):
Captured in zero scepticisms of the society but ecstasy,
I lean forward to type a few line combos
Laying them on the monitor
And she reciprocates with the same intensity and passion
In a short time of adding and knowing each other as friends
Our converses flow along the lines of:
“I am hooked” and “You'll know me better as we cruise along”
It flows so effortlessly like red wine
The exact colour my heart turns when writing on her timeline.
A rush of blood streaming through my veins
As her words, virtual kisses and embraces travel
Via the outer space satellite
Onto my computer sight
She hypnotises me with her wittiness, charm and grand state of mind
As I read her wall posts and inboxes
Talk about “from tokoloshi to technology”
Time be lenient
As I indulge with this, my woman undertaking the journey
I don't feel like logging out on her,
She is my ultimate cyber queen, my Facebook queen.