Keyboard Strokes

Modern technology in our hands,
messages whisking across the land.
My fingers won’t feel your hair;
my fingers won’t feel you down there.

Your hands across the letters for eyes to see,
it is the closest thing to you and me.
Interlock your fingers and knuckles crack
as this keyboard goes clackety-clack.

I long for a kiss or a little poke,
but all we have are a keyboard stroke.
In the future I hope to reach through
and make love to little ol' you.