Through screen,
I mean
beside you
holding,
longing,
wondering if true

My hands become yours
touching
tickling
lapping upon shores
the bluring of self

The pixels that make your face
The blood that fills my cheeks
The feelings I hold with bitten toung
Our reunion in the coming weeks

as ocean
as moon
as pull
I swoon

tell me
text me
kiss me
I mean,
through the screen

© Artemis' Arrow