when I email you tidbits of life, that I need only address you as b, for in a nano second, my tablet will acknowledge that I am addrssing in secret code mine own, my b-loved
only I know
how she stirs and sleepy stretches over eternal minutes, and awoken final, says, show, email me your early morning scrabbled scribbles
I blush and reply
it is too early yet this new born morn to make you weep