Romance in the Age of Selfies
She sashayed past
My eyes at the bar
Swung her hips into the evening
Long legs gaining on a shadow
Fell to his side, matching strides
Reaching, groped for his free hand
As it groped absently for her cheeks
A handy waltz: forth and back
Her right seeks his left
His left, her ass
His right never losing whoever
Had his attention on the
phone glued to his ear
Each getting but half of him
As he seduced himself
Into the tropic night.
About this: An encounter described much as I witnessed it one evening at a pool side bar in Solomon Islands.
The not-so-secret dark truth of ‘social’ media is its tendency to inflate and serve the ego. Despite the name, and its rhetorical devices of linking, friending, liking and favouriting, it is a technology that isolates, separates and divides people from one another, giving only the illusion of meaningful engagement.