you sound lovely today
through the phone speakers

you’re as beautiful as ever
in choppy 240p video quality

…

oh, to reach through the screen
and play with your hair

to dive into my monitor
so my head could rest on your lap

i never understood
how love in silence
is any less
than love that is loud

so you mean to tell me
you think less of the fact
that you alone get to see
this lovely version of me?

oh to be gazed upon
with such lovely eyes

starry eyes that will whisper
things that you’ll do to me

soulful eyes that radiate passion
that scream uncontested devotion

eyes that desire nothing but me
and me and me and me and me

i’d crack open
all the sunflower seeds
in the world for you

but what if
you were allergic
to sunflower seeds

i wondered why i stopped
writing my poems
when i realized

i was already hers
and that was simply
too beautiful for words

mere touch itself
was oh so electric

a decadent symphony
of suppressed breaths

she tasted of clouds
and pale honey

an impulse flight ticket to her city
to catch her off-guard

a bag of hurriedly packed clothes
and once-promised gifts

and a moment of doubtful clarity
willfully ignored as I climb onto the plane

all of this to prove to her
that i’m all hers