My fingers grope to reach you,
Dropping all the pretences of love
Making our bodies available to each other
Though only through a medium
The celluloid
Wanting to get over the covers and clothes
And then the curiosity got hold of me
Now in the dark I grope in dreams, turning the celluloid into you
Entangled limbs not mine, but ours
Only to touch
Smell
Hear your body...
Alas, digitalized bodies don’t even smell of celluloid.
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