In the luminescent glow
my legs are splayed,
yes, they unfold. 
My eyes would press
against the second
screen of glass,
for a closer look at you.

In the starlight streams,
the beams of LCD,
in the fingers of sound;
your body, your voice.

Like an origami angel,
your curves and 2D breasts
unfold and twist,
just like my splaying legs.
Descending star,
oh, what I'd give,
for those pixels
to kiss my lips. 

The End

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