These ones and zeros
and bright lights
and burning metals
and glossy screen
and cables and radios
reflect her actions
only her image.

This mobile messenger
or hard-lined herald
our analog love.

She sends her face
to the mountains
to the stars
to infinity.

She sends her voice
back down to me
to this burning metal
to this glossy screen
and I am meant to love it.

Motion and dust
made to touch
to swirl
but made apart
and made to pretend.

For now this will be
our analog love
like ones and zeros
on this glossy screen.