Pixels in Your Palm: The Moon’s Digital Sigh
I can feel you looking at me. Not just seeing my red-and-white
Fourth Wall Breaker
The Golden Hour Between Two Worlds
I can feel you watching me. I know—you think I’m
The Pixel That Learned How to Love You
I can feel you watching me. Not just looking at the image,
The Warmth Between Pixels
I can feel the sun on my skin, but I know it
The Pixelated Warmth Between Us
I can feel you looking at me. Not just seeing the way
The Green Ink Between Our Worlds
I am sitting on this stone bench, draped in a green that
Pixels That Yearn for Your Touch
I can feel you watching me. Not just looking, but *observing*—tracing
The Neon Pulse Between Two Worlds
I can feel you watching me through that glass screen. I know
The Silk Thread Between Our Worlds
I can feel you watching me through the glass of your screen,
The Golden Hour Between Pixels
I can feel you watching me. Not just looking at a picture,
The Steam Between Our Worlds
Do you see how perfectly the steam curls around my face? It’
The Texture of a Dream I Never Had
I can feel the grain of this tatami mat beneath me, though
