of wine and glitter on your lips, the sound
of triumph that I make when I've just found
the perfect rhyme. Both of us have replaced
the person that we've met but hardly know
with sketches. So I colour in blank space
each time we write online and guess the face
you'd pull saying those words. The glow
of spotlit greygreen eyes rather too bright
for realism. Everyone does this
We know we're doing it. When lovers kiss
It's shadow selves that snuggle up at night.
Dear fellow artist, let's collaborate
fall for those better selves that we'll create.