CGI

Stars jump and comets leap
Carrying themselves across the midday sky
No numbers compute their probabilities
As fondly as I compute the distance from your lips to mine
Codes are scratched onto hips and thighs
Reddening messages of passion that need no words
Common computations mix with high fantasy
Edging the world in a computer gernerated glow
That emanates from mallorn trees
And the stars in your eyes