Making love

In the space
between me,
the cyber world,
the black coffee mug,
the smoke swirls,
the yellow walls,
the window beside my bed,
and the concrete junk outside
lies a fine layer of dust
of grey melancholy.
for such is my world-
partly on the dust-laden keyboard
and partly in a dream.
In all the silence
that engulfs it,
I shrink
to oblivion...
and make love
to my loneliness.