that phone is a thief

your fingertips
seek
its smooth edges

yearning
to stroke, press and tap
tap, stroke and press

you want
to fondle it
in your pocket

you want it
to buzz and beep
every sound
a promise

your soft eyes
shackled
to that screen

that screen
on the table
between us

bleep bleep

wont be long
just a sec
i’ll be back

sorry ‘bout that
where were we
ah yes
you’re looking great
how’ve you been?

bleep bleep

ah geeze sorry
got to get this
wont be long

bleep bleep

my love
what do you seek
from that luminous shadow?

you are tethered
to a deep hope
hidden
behind that screen

your warm hands
slaves
to anaemic keys

even in our bed
it lights up
our sheets

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