A Valediction: Electronically Assuaging Longing
As virtuous men travel mildly'away,
And cling to their Taion Hearts, to goe,
Whilst their Heart-equpped friends doe say,
The pulse goes now, thanks, and some say,
to NTT DoCoMo.

So let us grip, and make no noise,
No Skype calls, nor instant messages send,
'Twere illuminations of our joyes
To pulsate the complementary device of our love rend.

Gripping of t'heart sends light and color,
Bluetooth sync reckons what it did and meant,
But vibration of the other,
Though greater farre, is innocent.
Additional reporting by John Donne; video after the break
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NTT DoCoMo's Taion Heart hands-on