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.