a still new darkness growing at the roots,
perhaps your thoughts
are you dreaming of shutter speed blink art.
the way years have built muscle into fingertips and vessels under eyelids,
the way pixels cannot recreate the exact shade of dark the sun has made your skin,
the way you pause to listen for my voice to carry
miles to where you are,
if I lean closer to the screen my posture will write itself into a greeting card.
if I exhale with my heart the candle in front of you will shiver in sentiment.
to make my (bubblewrap stamplick post) thoughts yours?