Verse: pixels

For @krissynyy

It's the tender gravity
of your hot hands

the sweet serenity
the reassurance
of your nearness

and the way time
plays freeze-tag
when you're not here

I'd make
an island of
your words
they taste
like spun sugar

I'd pixelate and
my thousand anxious pieces
would scatter everywhere
resolved to find you

and the unspoken fear
that I will disappear
if you close your eyes

only vanishes
when you speak
my name
that's how I know
I'm alive