When did we lose our taste for love? 
When did we decide that the algorithms 
were more important? 
At what point did we give away our power
to politics, to phones, to concert tickets?

I would rather buy you flowers.
We can link our arms together 
and walk for hours.
Talking.

I want love. 
I want pure, untainted, passionate love.
I want holding hands,
touching skin, lingering eye contact.
I want rose petals, cream-lace,
champagne bubbles
and your lips.
I want to swim in the ocean
of crystal clear romance, 
in your ocean,
in you.

I’ll take that love now.
And now.
And now…