Jet Black Flood

As I stare at the whitescreen, waiting with a thought
and the thought remains chained, to a friend called...Swat

The fleeting seconds take a shape that's worth a wait
but I can't wait long,just enough to trust my fate

As the Net takes me on a journey,enroute to the distant miles
I wish the Inbox is flooded,with the Sender and her smiles

But as the night outside my window is so dark and cold
My wishes are'nt granted, I wish she did as I told

Share a snap of one face, and her one hundred moods
A Smile, a laughter, or a thought captured to brood

As the ticks flicker onscreen to a time called Late
she keeps me tied to a waterline of Love and Hate

"Invite' comes the text,to a window that's more like a door
a doorway to glee , where you keep coming back for more

I look at her face,and hey , vanish do the miles
and I think, wow, wish she used more of a thing called Smile !

Maybe she guessed,maybe she read,but something raised the level of my blood
she let loose the band that held ,what some call hair...and I call the Jet Black Flood