Someday in this digital Hell it might all fade away in alpha transparency to leave nothing but the purest of our electric fantasies. We could be like silicon wraiths writhing into each other, whirlwinds of passion stirring up fractal debris, echoing the way you soared over my defenses.
And you were fast that way, fast. Working your way sinuous into everything that held potential, erasing everything behind, leaving me your blank canvas, smooth and perfect, yours to to shape and sculpt. Relays and switches are cold, mechanical, and form an infernal midnight flecked with static, the kind that fills my eyes.
But my eyes don't gaze upward, each saturnine evening emptying without you. My eyes don't gaze upward to trace the profile of your shadow. My eyes don't gaze upward hoping you'll spin me into your promises once more. My eyes don't gaze upward.