Nose

For what do they smell like?

Smell, completes the ritual,

Instilling a real-life feel to the virtual

Do they smell of imported fragrance,

Fresh tulsi, petrichor or the smell of food that lasts despite a good soap-wash?

This mad smell is what they were dying for,

Awaiting with a heart that overflowed with songs

No cover, no controller, just the songs from the air-waves

Reaching each other in timely moments,

Keeping them sane until they met and smelled to their heart's content

Long, deep breaths, in every pulse point and strand of hair

For they were not images that could be shot

Or tastes that lingered

Smell was all they yearned for.