Droplet

He says I'm a treasure waiting to happen

The syntax is awkward
Treasure isn't activated
It's discovered


Maybe that's what he means.

A one-line message
declares nothing is more beautiful than me
even though
(because?)
he's never seen a picture of me.

He doesn't even know my name.


His first message to me
out of the blue
on another site
had Barry Gibb in the title.

I had just written a poem about Barry Gibb
Surely he must be a member of DUP?
(my name on the other site is similar enough).

No, he says

Maybe true
Maybe not
Are there lies in fantasy?

We communicate
in single lines
often days apart

I just answer when I feel like it
putting in as little thought
as he seems to.

A week (maybe even 10 days) worth:

Him: Over my knee, bitch
Me: I'm not a bitch. I'm an empath. Actually, I'm both. Anyway, Yes Sir.
Him: 10 hard ones
Me: Intensities in 10 cities
Him: Oh, you're a treasure waiting to happen


This sparse flirtation has the nutrient value of water vapor. 

But 
in a drought in the desert
even the thinnest drifting cloud
brings hope of rain.