I see saltwater lurking
in the bay of your big brown eyes
uncrinkled by your smile.
Eyes begging, like me, please,
asking, am I beautiful?
Eyes that scan the indifferent screen
counting ‘likes’ and ‘followers’.
I would follow you anywhere.
But who you’re looking for is cooler than me
Brown eyes that glaze into frozen treacle
in the early early morning,
up because you forgot to sleep.
Because you don’t need to.
Your dreams are there in 470 shades of colour.
I watch you, caught on screen,
A butterfly pinned to a board.
And saltwater drips
down the bridge of my nose.