Electric Chat

Where do our inhibitons go?
We sit here
Line after line
Watching them scroll off the screen
And we talk about what we would never say.
I look at you somewhere in my mind
And I see what you are to me
Rather than your form,
I imagine your beauty
Knowing we'll never meet,
Knowing we'll never touch,
And I wonder
Where we would be if we could touch,
If we were face to face.
Would you be in my arms,
My bed,
In my car going to some secret place?
The lines scroll up as I catch your last message
Before it goes away forever
And I wonder how we could be so bold.

Where do our inhibitions go?