I can smell you in the nothingness

of the air

and can feel your fingertips

and your lips

and your tongue

with the tickled synapses of my mind

and skin.

I can hear wavelengths from

computer chips

but sense the breath of your words

on my earlobe.

Reverberating sea in the conch of my head.

I walk with you at my side at night.

I let you wash my back as I shower.

We lay, packed, on an XL twin bed,

and we press noses. Smile.

I can hold you in my dreams.

I can wait. 

It started with a bra and some Skippy peanut butter…

And then all hell broke loose.

Aww man, the things I can get away with while Jackie is a computer. While she is my computer girlfriend. She get’s all the underwear and peanut butter. 

But sadly, none of the cuddles. That is what pen and paper are for.