On letters and SMS

shortness of words
sharp, always black
sitting on the edges of impatient fingers

how did we get here?
Love was beautiful
in longhand
on paper alive with your smell
with the deep blue of your words
poured out from the curve of your belly

now there is quickness
metallic, silver.
we are free of waiting

and yet we wait

only,
the time is diminished
I can hear across hemispheres
the clicking of letters,
the slight sounds
as you choose brackets and dots
in the shape of your kiss

within minutes, sounds closer
to me will signal the arrival of a few lines
from you.
I could close my eyes and store the translucent laughter you brought...