Intimate With Robots

The cool touch of metallic fingers
manipulating my body
while whispering all my secrets
into an artificial ear membrane
that translates the vibrations
into stored code to be recalled
at the appropriate moments.

The faint hum that used to soothe
me to sleep
now accompanies my thoughts
as I toss and turn in wires
and mouth the words:
"This is not love."

The buzz in your voice
brings a tear to my eye
as you explain: "The hardest
thing about love
is knowing when it's over."
The power down sequence
is completed in seconds;
I will sleep in silence tonight.