my very own cowboy

he loves me. through all the simstim. the holograms. the fake sensations of the other world. i breathe his breath. the small room full of technology. we hardly ever speak. i hand him everything he needs. never consciously touching. only the brushing of fingers. my fingers through his hair while he’s sleeping. keyboard lovers. i feel his eyes on me. i never look up. never let him know. it would damage. everything. repairing his decks. quietly sitting on his futon. sweet tea and dumplings. raindrops on my hair. on my bare shoulders. the thin dress translucent. his eyes in the other world. waking up. early morning light colouring his hair. his hand. his fingers. on my shoulder. dare i touch his terminal tanned face.