It was one of those nights when clouds hid the moon, br when you said, 'Come to bed, love, ' and I answered, 'Soon...' br as I opened the windows on Facebook and Myspace br and started to blog, and our love was in second place br as you called to me, honey-sweet words, soft and low, br I was virtually off with the fairies, you know, br writing a poem about how we met, br how we live, how we love, to the whole Internet. br 'Come to me, come to bed, ' you implored me so sadly, br 'I love you, I need you tonight very badly...' br 'Okay, just a minute.' I'd emails to check, too. br I answered, deleted them, junked quite a few. br You went very quiet.