The Banana Peel Project

i propose
that virtuality is only a daydream since
you, a flashing strobe in my dreams
materialize before me in a whirl of digits, inconceivably nimble fingers
flickering
between sensation and simulation

we watch from somewhere else, and see
our mutually curious irises contracting from the sunset light
that endlessly curls from my mirrored walls

next time i catch myself dreaming
it will help to remember
that i can’t put my finger on the separation
between touch and imagination