I hope you get this message

It’s just the strangest thing,
I’ve felt your fingers through soundwaves
since 2010
and here, at 3 am,
I listen as you shape me

Was I always writing to you?

It’s just the strangest thing
I see your face
everywhere.

A devil in my hand
A flower in my hair

Do you know me?

I want to hear your voice
I want to feel your stare.

A feather in my purse
A flower in my hair

I’d slow down time for us
in all my revelry.

You want that too,
I know you do.

Heard something sweet you said
in an interview,
I’ll just
come over to your place,
bring my laptop
and all I need the wifi password.
You can talk to me when you want to but
you know I’ll be
all over those
guitar fingers and
singing lips.

I’m not gonna do that thing where I
make it feel all the pressure is on because
I have a good feeling about you so
I don’t need to.
And anyway, don’t you think it’d be nice to just
chill on the couch till unorchestrated space
pulls us into the edge of desire?

After we have sex you can
play Your Body is a Wonderland
naked
and unironically
and I’ll come
back to you

and remember this
love thing you talked about at a concert
more than a few times.

Last time you said
the next woman is the last one.
You’re ready to settle down.

I hope you get this message.
If you don’t I’ll keep on sending it.