The shy smile creeps across my face,
but I don't even know you
yet.
We live in a world of radiation,
particles dancing, pixels entangled.
Who needs the tactile gratification?
We've got the visual, the diction,
and the imagination to
make it mean something.
We live in a world, barren
devoid of others,
uncertain what exactly is real.
But still i hope,
fondly
that you're even half
as wonderful as
I've made you out to be.

01/27/2009

Posted on 01/27/2009
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