She Whispers

I would sell my soul to hear your knock on my door right now
The fire I’d have to endure couldn’t be any worse than the hell of this endless, unquenched desire
I’d like to throw this fucking laptop off the balcony and then follow it over
Because you’re in it.
Alive only in photographs and chance comments I see
Maybe then the torment of being in my own skin
Untouched but for my fingertips on this cold screen
Caressing the pixels of you
Would cease

~ kei
11 December 2013

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