WRITER’S NOTE: This poem is dedicated to the moment I first ached to meet a hookup from Grindr, and to all those moments everyone reading this has desired that someone on the other side of the chatversation whom they’ve desired without meeting.


Why do I think of you?

Why do I wonder what you are up to?

Why do I care what goes on with you

When you and I have never met

Is this love or lust

Or loneliness crying out for a companion

When I eventually see you and run my eyes over your face

Will my heart skip a beat?

Will we bond for life like two swans at the water’s edge?

Will your kisses satisfy my hunger?

Will my touch inspire your dread?

Will goose pimples appear when flags arise?

Will mental curtains fall when the conversation falls?

Will phone signals flee when Caller IDs flash?

Why do chat lines promise what the eyes have not seen?

Why do photos mask the dance of lust?

Will walls rise or fall when tales are shared?

Will friends become lovers?

Or will words dry up like skin in Harmattan?

The answers to these questions of my heart

They lie, waiting to be discovered, 146.9 miles away

Written by Alex

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