Computer keys pounded with pleasure.

The abscence of your voice leaves my mind a
hollow cavern where
the imprint of your voice echoes
and remembered sound waves bounce
unbashfully from wall to wall,
arousing muted memories of you.

There is no physical entrance to this cavern

Your words inject themselves diligently
onto my screen--into my reality
They are visible,
yet not tangible.
And these characters you send
are the one dagger of light
piercing through my stalactite ceiling,
which illuminates
musty memories of us.

Press enter into my cave

Our physical realities are separate
but our minds are connected by modern,
underground streams.
The cables, like riverbeds, intertwine
and rush water from my cavern to yours.
Binary beats flow between us unhindered.

Your font becomes the dagger
of light now.