An Affable Acquaintance
This voice rose petal soft, eyes that smile love
And a heart that pumps pain peacefully wrapped
In a feather down comforter shaped teardrop
If only I could magically die then reappear as a cell phone-infuse into galaxy and curve towards a vibrant crystal plated droid then supernaturally appear an iPhone. How loved I’d be daily you and I, the two of us intensely continually cuddled. Your hands gripping the back of me and your mouth- those lips press in so close to me communicating through me, if only magically.