technology – Press Send Poetry

plugged in (haiku to Google)

systematically,
robots take our place outside.
we are home, plugged in.

the keys
allow my fingers
to stroke your
face without
you knowing,

finds me watching
every twitch
the phone makes
each post a secret message
to decipher

each click click
a gentle massage
and oh the tap taps
the best type of
caress.