Yeah, it’s no big deal
but by coming over here
at this very moment
you just happened to interrupt me
in completing a poem about you.

I’m not angry
but, see,
I am distracted.
I was in the zone there,
comparing your beauty to that
of a squirrel:
sleek and fast,
dark eyes, full of intelligence,
always out of reach.
The metaphor could have gone deeper
had I been able
to further focus.

So of course
it’s a pleasure to talk to you
directly and privately like this,
but really,
I’m gonna need some time
to wax rhapsodic about you
from a distance.

Like, now?