brown paper words
i sent you
will not fade
under a harvest moon
like copper cables
that form a twisted pair
around a circular drum

a twisted pair
on this domain
limb by limb
fiber by fiber
wound tight
by our pain
or love

on this token ring,
i hold the packets,
save them in tiny
envelopes,
for some future date
when we 
no longer are a
twsited pair

a twisted pair,
of silicon wafers,
that pulsate
to a random beat