By H
Date: 13 May 1999

etching

You used to message me 
that you had my name 
all over your finger
and so I was
wrapped about you 
through this electronic
stream like a mobius strip of 
infinite emotion, 
or so I thought

Your words,
the product of your heart,
I once believed,
burned themselves into my
heart as if etched there by
a pulsed concentration of photons
from this monitor in front of me

And there your name will remain
the scar tissue of the 
wounds I will always bear
for having exposed my heart to you