Knowing You

 
Knowing you is like reading Ender’s Game –
so exciting I can’t wait to know more.
For you I would utter Voldemort’s name,
or throw my body in the pit of Mordor.
If they told me you were a replicant
it would make no difference to my love –
even if I had to make argument 
with Ursula LeGuin or Isaac Asimov.
You really thought I’d let you fly to Mars,
voyage so far beyond the earth’s own moon?
Allow your ship access to further stars,
’til you’re hidden like a sandworm in Dune?
Frak that. I’m asking you to be my wife,
even if it’s only in Second Life.

Jessy Randall

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Jessy Randall would be pleased to hear them.