Poem #2,744 | This crawl between calls

This crawl between calls
& instant feelings is such
a game [no rules set by a
governing body] & liking
a rathe act for most of us
[left-right swiped fast] – I
reckon on love [like you]
by flit glances at photos
posted by us advertisers
of selves – laid line items
to seduce next lovers [or
not] & I remember when
we met in blessed times
IRL – courtship was easy
to enjoin – face-to-face a
chance to breathe you in
[& understand you more]