Shallow breath, fingers trembling,
pouring privacy out,
onto a tiny, glowing screen.
How fitting a monument,
to our times,
this inadequate, impersonal canvas.
One letter at a time, all non-essentials left out,
words and feelings reduced
to their most basic...
no sweeping gestures, here.
We prefer, no, we HUNGER for
the long, intense gazes,
the lowered eyes,
the fleeting brush of muscles under denim...
but, instead,
a solitary finger hovers,
shy and tentative,
over
'Send'.
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