jealous poem

this is not
breathing
down your
back, but

forgive me
if I stare, all
because

you and I
didn’t meet
electronically,
our personalities
and hopes
and dreams
weren’t dictated
and painted
and paired
with little
pecks on
a keyboard
throwing
characters
on a screen
like so much
hope on a wall,

no, it was
love at
first or
second sight

so forgive me

if I think
you’ve been
on the computer
too long, typing
while you

bite your
bottom
lip.