surrounded by
electronic susurrations
we talk
whispering sweet
love and raging passion
encased in organic curves
customized Apollos
fondled so readily
(so handily)
screaming bloody
damnation and murder
thrown every which way
emotion converted to electron
and back
debating infinite
degrees of gray
art transformed to math
summed back into art
multiplied by
a billion perspectives
divided by
our polarities
subtracted by
our differences
in the end,
at the end
of it all
everything
(yes everything)
fades to white
when i finally
hold your hand.
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