I’d be trapped in the ethereal net of your Charm,
neither here nor there, kidnapped,
lost – or technically dis-located,
entangled in your deftly woven labyrinth
of passion and desire.
You’d encode the script for my every move in a
binary language I can only see but not read,
you’d graph the imagery I see in my mind-
short films of you and me and just you,
you’d lay out the days of my life with you
like pages of a book neatly bookmarked,
you’d optimise the color of my emotions-
between deadly sorrow and maddening joy,
you’d make me interesting to read-
like a woman of substance,
you’d come back to tune my background music
everytime I think you’re gone forever,
you’d keep me outside those search engines,
yet I’d get a 1000 hits a day
for you’d be my sole visitor.
I’d be kidnapped, and trapped by you,
I might break down any moment,
yet I’d resist for my love for you.
For you'd be... my WEB-designer.