I met you on Madison avenue
four thirty in the afternoon
while trying to catch a ride back home.
Head buzzing with dates and numbers.
I just bump into you.
My soulmate clock stops.
Skyscraper tapering high heels
pencil skirt, opaque tights.
Hazel eyes that sparkle, poppy lips that sizzle.
Then you look right into my eyes.
I couldn’t help but ask “Is your name WiFi?
Because I’m really feeling a connection.”