To you whom I may never meet,
I feel you’re out there, somewhere,
among the billions so few known;
even less, how their gardens grow.

I’ve searched for you everywhere;
spider-sensed your Web vibrations
spelunked the Internet echoing your laughter
Eskimo-kissed your nose on Facebook

heard your pink, breathing among roses
cherished your smile’s cherry contours
followed your footprints in Wuthering Heights’ snow
ID’d your jumbled jigsaw-puzzle’s silhouette

perused dating-site collages of compatibilities
fingertip-sailed along your wide, fertile eyebrows
trinket-tinkled your charm bracelet’s tambourine
caged-panther paced inside your feline essence

waited for you, like a puppy, alone before dawn

wished us Merry Christmas, wine-toasted in July
storm-swept your snowglobe-ocean universe
spotted your fashion-magazine leopard pose
surfed your Lady-of-the-Lake tsunami

lullaby-listened to your tropical, crescendo surf
feather-tickled your Mediterranean, dreaming chin
caught your shadow in old b&w movies
glimpsed your rain-drop fairy’s pirouettes

cradle-relaxed in your lunar body’s crescent
gazed upon your make-up camouflaged face
chlorophyll arrow-pierced your midnight rose
felt your October-wind voice calling me

smelled your fog-damp hair’s black-walnut parfum
brushed past your shoulders on busy, city streets
tasted your Sunday-morning strawberry Hmmm
savored your hazelnut-coffee kiss

fought riptide currents, off your Siren’s choral reef
salmon-shimmied upstream to reach you
hatched through a robin-eggshell blue sky,
feather-spread, to fly to you

got ticketed by Reverie Police for yelling
out your name in a dream’s Quiet Zone,

deciphered tea leaves from your Oracle latte
heart-guitarred my favorite song; your voice

first loved you by sight, unseen
read your poetry eyes between the lines
mapped your virgin-forest unexplored continent
phoned phantom countries where you once dwelled

photographed your dandelion-yellow exotic dress,
walking between rain drops, untouched;
Valentino-Sheik embraced your red mystery,
Persian-rug tented, during a sandstorm

checked under my bed for your size 7’s
pressed the TV remote to bring you closer
texted your angel outside airplane windows
showed up incognito, as a wedding guest

opened our fortune-cookie, and
out flew a dove: you,
fluttering me around the next corner.