Culver City, California, USA

Your voice, it crawls across my skin,
And I can feel your thoughts igniting.
Our link’s distorted by the amplified sensations —
We’ve been in overdrive too long.

Confusing signals have me craving closeness,
My vision blurs, your colors reach my eardrums,
And I can almost taste the rhythmic bounce
Of your elusive echo.

You make me wish my life was like a photograph.
Just you and I, bound by a frame, immortal.

Now tell me, is this love,
Or just the thickening reverberation of my loneliness?