A stranger to my body. These are not my fingertips.
No longer, present in this realm. Where humans touch palm to palm.
The soft pink flesh of one's lips are pressed against mine, yet this is not my experience.
He is not my love. Not physically. The man I love is within the vessel. Though he is no man.
But, a soul whom is yet to reach his potential.
My eyes see these foreign machines, and I switch a controller and I laugh at what he has spoken.
With his device, he holds me and I hold him.
“I love you” I speak.
This is not my voice, nor who I am.
“I really like you.” He says.
He belongs to nothing.
We belong to our being.
If only all could embrace what truly exists.
It is not the physicality of being human.
It’s the mind.
I exist.
I am.