This screen is your skin.

This screen is your skin. I make a little impression on it, and you feel it.

I can trace a circle with my words, as surely as I can with my fingertips. A single drop strikes the still water, and you hear the sound... see the ripples spread.

Skin separates even as it connects. There you are, trapped in your skin, twisting and turning on the screen. I see you beneath it as you write, like a ghost beneath a sheet.

Your words touch me, as mine touch you. We both know - do we not - that the skin cannot be broken? Lovers ache, but never quite connect.

Your skin, your screen, protects what is you from what is me -
and so -
here -
we touch...

Image: @scriles