Lighter than breath.
Lighter than the whisper of a breeze.
Fingers tracing phantom paths,
Dancing across your shoulders,
Arms resting in a lazy hug,
Head tilted to read the screen,
Over your shoulder.
Whispered words grazing your neck.
Soft smiles, felt instead of seen.
A hand points,
Ferreting out mistakes.
Then traces it’s path back up your neck,
To rest, sheltered at the nape,
Sly and knowing,
At improbable events, static dialog.
Paper actors on a digital stage.
“Why not just act it out?” is whispered,
Echoing that shameless seductive smile.
And so you do.
Lines that fell like marching footsteps,
With editing and innuendo.
Actions a thousand times louder than words,
Whisper in the darkness.
Just when the story begins to fall into place…
It shatters, snapping you awake,
To realize you’ve typed a page of \’s,
In your sleep.