Bathed in reflected light,
I seek your cold caress among
dispassionate electrons
trapped by a machine.
Reaching out with digital fingers,
I find you – a code,
an image,
a haunting specter.
We connect,
a pointillism touching,
a symbol for a smile, a hug,
a kiss.
A moment's surreal warmth
flows into my mind ...
... my heart,
as fingers glide with meaning,
answering loneliness’s call.
Tethered side by side,
we dance to the music of atoms,
roam the hidden labyrinths
between positive and negative energy,
make love under the pale light
of electron moons.
Too soon, the screen fades,
and I become corporeal again.
In the silence,
in the darkness,
I question what is real -
as my feelings pixelate
into nothingness.
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Prompt: 5th September – call, side, machine
Form: Free Verse (or vers libre for those with affectations LOL)
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