I’d write you in a poem but you resist
the structure of a sonnet. I’ve no bar
to measure you; until my mouth is kissed
it can’t transliterate the man you are.
Engaging you by pulse or surge or byte,
bewitching words with you in truth and tease,
perhaps we can collaborate? excite
beyond electrons, playful as we please?

We tender careful phrases, lay a gift
of sparking pixels where our lips would rest,
where stroking hands and quiver limbs should be.
My eyes in 13 days intend to lift
toward yours, my mouth intends to be impressed,
my heart inclined to you and yours to me.