PIXELS IN THE MIST
Pixels in the mist
Morph into images.
White noise my brain
Cannot leave alone.
You are so clear.
After all these years
Your image is there.
Legs going on for ever,
Hair shiny and bright,
Eyes promising bliss.
But I cannot touch
Or feel your flesh.
I am just forever
tormented by the pixels
Of your lovely phantom.
© Griffonner 2023
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