I want to sign to you over the phone
Or grasp your lower arm and suddenly you’d
Realize exactly what I was saying
But some men
Back in the dark ages
Decided that we should communicate by sound instead
We’ve got light and a world
Traveling at the speed thereof
So why can’t I feel you right now?
Silken skin wrapped in calloused claws
Warmth radiating
I can feel the language of your body
And I want to write a story on your skin
With delicate taps of my fingertips