In the space of a night
lost in the exotic heat 
of a guest house
we teleport our consciousnesses 
our breaths 
and our habits 
to the other side of the world 
I look at you my loves 
through our little bungalow on 
the front of a wild ocean 
capturing those moments I know so well 
son clinging to his mother's breast 
my princess jumping from sand to 
her portable image 
then the sleep of your bodies 
strangely familiar 
my eyes widen 
dazzled by your digital presence
with obsession