Super Glue

Weeks into our birth Coaxed to touch through words of silk and worth Trophy boy, that one Pushed him off the board to take the plunge Update twenty-five Love strung tight by clinging wraps of twine Yearning for the time When the artificial you wasn't online Oh, that's not enough Say you love me too No, that's not enough Say you love me too Superficial super-glue Posthumous in servitude