FaceTime
Through the window of my screen, you
lying there on the bed, the crisp white
sheets in your hotel room, your hair
splashed across the pillow, your eyes
relaxed, a smile like you've enjoyed
some wine, and I can see that the sun
hasn't gone down where you are because
of the gold light and the shadows on
your face and on your shoulder, and I
can see the green in your eyes, almost
as if I was there, hovering above you,
leaning there, coming in for the kiss.
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