a nexus of nerve-endings,–
a never-ending, + ceasing-too-soon
display of our skin’s ec/static circuitry ::
your limbs, illumined, plug into mine.
[i’ve never known these nodes to glow so bright.]
im/pulses flash in energ/etic hues
as my wires entangle [+ enter] you.
“Involuntarily, I glanced seaward – and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Great Gatsby’
Across the digital bay
a beacon, small and green,
flashes, and is gone.
The current: silent, static,
but for a spare grey tick –
the crest of curious interest
not piqued enough to peak
and break the radio-waves.