I send poems written for my beloved

I send poems written for my beloved
to you, a stranger.
You are a voyeur
of the verses
that reveal my secret thoughts.

There you are
reading the quiet words of an
unknown man.

I wish my eyes could be
every letter you read,
so I could see your face
reacting
to my unfolding confession.

I wish I could be the particles of light
emitting from your monitor
in the shape of the letters—
and entering your eyes.

Then we could be together
in your soul
and I would not be
alone.