TELL HER

WHERE did she come from
This child of the beach
All bubbles and beauty and bounce?
She's one with the waves and the reeds and the birds.

she says that she comes unannounced

Tell her I want her to stay.

WHY does she swirl so
Like crystalline sand
Caught in a circular breeze:
Shouldn't she settle and take in the sun?

she says she will do as she'll please

Tell her I think that's okay.

WHO is she looking for
All frothy and fun?
There's no one in sight that I see.
She needs a companion to share in her dance.

she says she enjoys being free

Tell her to start the ballet.

HOW does she keep
Her spirit so loose
So lively so languid so light?
I feel it arise as the heat from the sand.

she says not to hinder its flight

Tell her I'll not disobey.

WHEN will the sunshine
Turn her to gold
All glitter and giddy and glad?
I notice she buries her toes in the shore.

she says that she often is sad

Tell her I want her to play.

WHAT can I call her
So she'll notice me?
I'll shout from my window above.
She'll turn and she'll see me, but what is her name?

she says that her name is love

Tell her to go away!

a small romance in byte size pieces

I STW and find you;
PAS, he writes.
EM fan mail. What to do with a fan?
A TYVM would be good.
A blog address trails behind,
Click. Lush poetry masquerades as prose,
Washes over her.
Yes, TY and S2U. JMO but you are OTR yourself.

DIKU, she ponders;
AFAIK, yes, she decides.

IRL he sees and ignores her,
SO at his side.
No poetic apologies
But BAK he explains himself

Certainly, ADN they will come together;
Then disastrously, they are F2F,
AAS.
Out from behind the electronic pulses
B4 long, he pulsates, delicately. But
She feels the metre.
They are close. BTW, nothing.

But IRL he stays tidy, balanced, sane, safe
With his SO sure by his side
And J4G he will have the fun of her, the freedom of her
In the mix. He is FUBAR

In an IM JTLYK, she writes

No, not AOTA with fun and freedom too.
Not all of it together.
And her --
IDTS
NT
EOT.