Maybe

Maybe
If I look at your pictures enough
I will forget
That you shine like the sun
I will remember that your eyes
Do not open for mine
That they stay still
Still and quiet inside a screen.
Maybe
If I imagine kissing you
Enough times
Your lips won't seem as sweet
And maybe
If I unbutton your shirt with my eyes
I won't think of you every day and night
Perhaps
Those pictures of you
Will wash away my desire
And this tenderness
That falls from my eyes onto
images - dead like I am to you.