I sit here, blurred, on webcam,
A few buttons opened, giving
Slight glimpses of my skimpy bra.
My body is curled on the chair,
Twisted into knots to show the best view
Of my oh-so-imperfect body.
I know she's watching me from her side
Of scratched glass and binary;
For she comments on my smile
And the greasiness of my hair,
Telling me she loves me regardless
And I grin at her simple jokes
And the calm audacity in her comments
And love her from a distance,
Waiting for her to be here.