KatYa © 2015
if i could hold your hand through this lens
through this screen
through these wires snake around
and out
the head of medusa
if i could hold you
tenderly like thoughts of you i have
each time we come across
these wireless fidelity
moments we share
before the infidels encroach our unitive
time and work and money
reaching into us
pull us apart
naturally. i
guess
watch the night get heavier
drip into the grass
watch the morning dew
evaporate heading for the sun
watch the sun
at the end of an arc
watch the sky turn red
somewhere the earth is burning
somewhere protected. by ice
being with you
is always very
nice
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