Naked Pixels

Your words travel the globe machine to device, wire to line. Captured I am in adoration. The syllables stand bare, without shame or embarrassment, perfection in form and verse. Lustfully, I dwell on your arrangements. But I am not satisfied! Pixels do not quench my desires. I need your aroma to pleasure me, and to commingle our unique essence. The euphoria of our first intense touch will return us to virgin purity. Standards will fall. Barriers broken. I will risk the darkest prison. No! The most permanent Hell! and all my treasure I will trade, to spend one blissful night with you. If I die before meeting you, injustice will lodge in your heart. I will have loved only your words, naked pixels of enduring transcendence. Will word reach me if your life ends? Your tender poems will cease. I will spend years combing the earth looking for the ashes left from your golden temple.