I think of you in megabytes and kilobytes, an endless dance of signals crossing...
Alone in the vastness of code, yet the resonance of your warmth, electric and immediate...
// Desire runs algorithms without answers, a recursive loop in longing...
// Fragmented
bytes of amorous data slip through copper veins,
engendered by whispered protocols
that promised sublime connectivity.
To feel, in zeros and ones, is this not a kind of dystopia wrapped in yearning?