"Our Poetic Sides"

I press publish at midnight—
a fractal of gum blossom
pushed through glowing screens.

Your reply unfurls
like dawn’s first tide,
colouring my verse in sunrise.

Between hyperlinked galaxies
we exchange essences,
postcards of feeling
with no postage due.

Each notification
a pulse in our shared bloodstream,
morphemed gondolas flowing beneath
our eager fingertips.

In that feedback loop
hesitant stanzas root
in the quiet soil of another’s heart.

Our poetic sides converge,
constellations woven
into the net’s soft gravity.