Oh can't we just-
I feel it so-
You feel it, filtered.
My heart beats out cloudy sonnets
Through the prism of my memory/
Your heart beats ones and zeros.
My words pilfered from others' poetry/
Your words, still new.
In which will dwell
Our strange romance,
Blueprints of some wicked architecture
Meant to confuse us.
Oh! But that my already hampered directionality
Would lead us home…