21.10.12

Convergence


Let loose an exhale like a printer turning on
a mechanical spinning

Those moans above me like you remembered something
you had forgotten to do
a mournful groan
a defeated beat

Your skin is a graph, a map of incremental pattern
underneath, your blood is a rushing warmth
a tingling buzzing of no word
of laughter

I am the buttons on a keyboard
transmitting nonsense misunderstood
but I receive your pixels and feel
the rushing of your blood
the pulse of your brain
        the stretching of your skin




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