faith,the internet, and 5 other women

he woke up did his routine, logged into his blog site cruised

the women on the Internet
did a double take on a girl named faith...
checked out her profile then moved on seemingly unaffected
next week he got a review of his work in the Times at the same time the girl
sent-slid a little note in his mail box saying, along the lines, of how she liked his half-ass poetry and his narcissistic mirror reflection. She, like Oliver, wanted more...he was ready to charge her. She sent him little links to help his high.. he smiled and said a thank you.
they started talking, exchanging photos and small words as the month moved on so did those small words. they grew and grew then it exploded...love was professed maybe on both sides of the coin too quickly. As the coin flipped into the air at just this moment his good-luck changed, both lived on different continents,
both broke without pennies or pounds, skinny and unassuming.
all of their friends thought they where crazy (maybe they were right)
he thought.
Maybe they were crazy-go-lucky-dreamers without sense of reality.
he didn't mind or seem to care, she didn't either.
they both happily exchanged addresses so as, to send gifts of affection across the sea that separated them.Utterly helpless to ever meet "that's life, a shit deal" he'd say
shit on both ends of the stick.
she had a beautiful 4 yr old boy whose heart was open, loving, and compassionate,
under the circumstances of his mother's manic highs' and lows'. The man didn't seem to see her flaws nor could he foresee any danger, it just excited his imagination into a frenzy of fire, his muse, he'd found a flower capable of always staying colorful
sure there are thorns, sure there is a cut stem to place in a vase, but the man saw broken, clipped roses as radiant mistakes of God's perfection. In her and his inability to hold one another-they where freely able to explore the world of worlds the dream of long-lasting dinner conversations...that went on for days, hours, years. filled w/ laughter, tears, passion, lust, sadness, fears-future plans were all discussed at the dinner table.
If they get to touch, the man feared he'd turn her to stone she was afraid, also,
more because she knew herself in all of her splendor she was still flawed. Able to yell, have outburst, throw things at him, hit him, fear being hit.
They were Blunt and honest wrapped in one they reflected this world w/ such glare it'd blind newborn children right in the womb. Shocked into shopping for airline tickets, wanting so bad to sit in the same room the man talked about taking a loan out to visit her in London or even her home. She also wanted to get away and come to America. But she quit her job and didn't have enough money for monthly bills, food, the rent on her flat. They both prayed for a miracle.
the man told her if her heart was pure her wish would come true, but the man didn't see how his own wish would amount.
knowing he only had his pen, his reading lamp, a towel hanging over a water pipe that ran through his room a 25 dollar stereo that played the classical station at night.
as he drifted off into sleep he knew he could only do one thing to bring her close to him


that was
to
Dream.