I knew I could find you here.

Waiting alone, unperturbed
in a private corner of the world,
hoping someone or something could
perceive you, filling the vacuum
of your own space.

Do not tuck me in too tight:
these mutable pixels
arrange to form a new idea
inside of you. That idea is me,
swimming.
And I shall nestle under
your skin, where it is warm
forever more.