his fingertips breeze over the keyboard
as he hums commands in synchronicity with electrons
and probably photons and gluons as I turn to look
at his eyebrows
half grey, half black
and his eyes
half blue half green
cigarettes and bad teeth that sing
to currents, bits and voltages, web parts
and permissions
if I had permission
I would kiss him.
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