All night Skype.

A ghost rises into the sky
It's ancient silver palate is
engrained with the impression
of the vastness of the sky,
a velvet blanket to cover us both
with the grace of 3 am silence.

Blinded as we are,
By the failings of technology,
the pixelated outline
of your unshaven face,
is enough to make me smile,
And sigh an elated breath.

A smog lies heavy over the city.
Cataracts glowing dimly
in a thousand lamp lights.
Silhouettes of a jagged skyline.
Streets are engaged in war,
Buildings glare, ensnared in
Cages of brick and mortar.

Pedestrians roaming the pavements,
Restless beasts of darkness
Coaxed out of their caves
Searching for their prey.
Make a kill, take it home
And have a wicked way with it.

The night air whispers
“Be Afraid”. And the eclectic pulse
of Saturday night reaches into
their bones, electrifying.
Emptiness is filled with artificial vibrancy
As streets and souls are
saturated by neon lights and
“Take me out” hormones.

I think about this for a moment,
Think about how it could be -
Being young and free,
To only turn back to a
Discoloured face on this screen
And whisper:
“I love you”
Into the chasm between 2 hemispheres.