Sceptical opinions
lose their power
in virtual attractions
and like players
of some surreal game
we transfer binary codes
to the streets of our city,
in a form of shared coffee cups
and coldness of our hands.
I crave your brave actions
of (non)shown affection,
that you claim to have
towards me
you tease my patience
with a harsh lack of promises,
because you know I’m addicted
to this sweet torture
of yours.

– Chatty Owl –