"Airwaves"

I can feel your fingertips through this keyboard of mine...
The smell of your skin through this screen.

Black and White are the letters ,
Red is my blood that runs underneath,

Feel my heat through these speakers,
Hear my voice through these pictures,
My taste, through each word that I send...
Each thought that I press,

Across every wire is my love,
Into these airwaves...
Into these lines...
Into these rows there is meaning.

The    spaces   in    between    is    where    my    soul    lies

Safely tucked away in these

Airwaves