Poetry

I didn't know her from Adam...
Perhaps that wasn't very accurate.
What I meant to say was that I didn't know here from Eve... and yet it didn't matter.

She at once represents what is both good and is bad in our world today - I met her through the vast reaches of the Internet and in only a few days perhaps less than a week - I have come to realize the vast similarities between us in spite of the fact that we've never met face to face (at least to my knowledge)

I have spoken to her and allowed the quiet strength of her voice to tease me to no end.
I have conversed and shared bodies of knowledge with her like a bee shares the nectar of a flower.

I've become attached and my mind has framed her in a light that is at once stimulating and frightening.

Who is she?
Beyond the words and the voice at the other end of the telephone line - I'm none the wiser as to her physical state.

I'm drawn into a web of intrigue and temptation and there's no escape in sight... I wonder if when given a chance at freedom - when the light at the end of the tunnel is finally visible; would I take the path to liberty or choose the captivity of her wiles...

she looms and I'm unable to look away...