handle with care

The fingertips, silky, are wandering on the keyboard
whispering your name in the silhouettes of numerals.

The chances handle with care the parade of desires
while shape of letters on my lips is getting appetizing.

The messages are murmuring with a version of fear
in the seconds waited and spent at the other end…

I'm calling. I'm whispering… Dream, do You hear me?


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