Ode To My Pixelated Lover
Soft yellow light fills the white room's space, Like captured dusk upon her sleeping place. White sheets, white shirt, a pillow's gentle hold, A peaceful story silently unfolds. My screen shows hair, dark night with tips of gold, Eyebrows like quiet brushstrokes, finely bold. That nose ring gleams, a tiny, captured sun, On chiseled slopes where shadows softly run. I trace the curve where lip meets dreaming air, So full, so still, beyond my touch, beyond compare. Her shape is slim beneath the comforter's fold, A gentle rise where secret warmth takes hold. Down one leg winds a river, dark and deep – A silent snake forever lost in sleep. Stars on her wrist, a tiny, distant sky, Constellations where quiet dreams drift by. I trace your lines, not fingers, just my sight, Held by the calm you ...
