Ecstatic...
she faces a screen i have not seen
a blue world on her side
composition flows, the flower grows
both sides blossoming in the side bars
while i have chartered a new vessel
to reach out and touch your picture
you're eating an ice cream sundae
with limerence in the luminescence
you type your mobile phone number
and i am at one with my credit card
paying for another month of chasing you
this chronic appetite for a taste of the new world.
you sound like yourself on the other end
yes, i am drunk with a common new disease
for every man ever dumped like a stray dog
yearning for more complicated connectivity
the world slows down when i hear your voice
and one of us is captured by the enraptured.