morning ritual

I send you poems
Each morning
To touch
what my body
Cannot.
Gentle kisses of
Verse, trailing down
Your neck
Prose pressed fingertips
To stir you
Over coffee.
Across the miles,
& through these lines,
I'm sending
Tiny fragments
Of my heart.
Yet I can't help
but wonder if
My point or
My Love
Ever, really
Reach you.