To The Woman Who Is Always Asking For Cybersex Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am tired
on this virtual reality,
the truth is
i do not ejaculate
with words and images
we can do it somewhere
where we meet
and do the thing
but sorry
i never love you

and even if you think of me
as nothing
but a condom
i also know
that beyond all these things that
we never do
there lies this space
beyond eroticism

you have never been there
that's why

i regret having known
an imagination as you

a mirage without
the desert