I trace the furrowed creases that sheath your bare hands with my index,
They resemble fractures,
Differentiating the threshold between entropy and materialism.
The motion remains indefinite.
To stare into the depthless interstice of an artificial vessel,
One whose gaze never seems to falter.
To caress the surface layer of your cheek,
It feels granular yet airy.
A smile so synthetically fabricated,
Provides indeterminate amounts of dopamine.
Moisture sits atop of the shallow veneer that encompasses your interiors.
Inconspicuously still.
To touch is to weld,
Though our presences never seem to align.
A layer between existence and nonentity so thin,
It's almost indistinguishable.
Intertwined, yet obscured.
—
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC
I trace the furrowed creases that sheath your bare hands with my index,
They resemble fractures,
Differentiating the threshold between entropy and materialism.
The motion remains indefinite.
To stare into the depthless interstice of an artificial vessel,
One whose gaze never seems to falter.
To caress the surface layer of your cheek,
It feels granular yet airy.
A smile so synthetically fabricated,
Provides indeterminate amounts of dopamine.
Moisture sits atop of the shallow veneer that encompasses your interiors.
Inconspicuously still.
To touch is to weld,
Though our presences never seem to align.
A layer between existence and nonentity so thin,
It's almost indistinguishable.
Intertwined, yet obscured.
—
This one was based off a dream I had the other night.