Love, Depression, and the Overlap

Silent Declaration of Desire

Our love wasn't made for the modern age.
Trying to traverse this touchless terrain,
(all screens
and
antisocial social-media)
robs the relationship of natural romance.

How do you type out the tempo
of my heartbeat hiccuping hysterically
the second you walk into a room?

Which combination of abbreviations
conveys the correct meaning
the goosebumps
that cascade over my skin
when your tongue shaped my name?

How do I tell you,
without telling you,
through a screen,
that I've imagined
the tip of your tongue
running up the side of my neck
before you narrate your next moves
into my ear?

I know it's possible in person,
because I've felt your eyes,
like fingers,
on my body so firmly
both of us stood breathless,
eyes locked,
and it was so clear, so loud,
your silent declaration of desire.