Cybernetic Hips

Laser my heart, you brimming song,
Pulverize first pause into submission.

Burn aortic passage with smokey din
Blind heat of pebbled words in, in, in.

Singe my valves, drum my beat, pain
Right where I live, not gut, not brain.

Don’t say your gun’s misfired, lie me
To sleep in one fell shot of jet stream.

Penetrate the skin of resistance there
At center stage you tore tongue, hair.

Ready, aim, spin a flame ray smashed
True to its target, seared into my flesh.

Be my one true spacey love, dream bot,
Cold chips, cybernetic hips, lover’s knot.

2 thoughts on “Cybernetic Hips

  1. Oh, how we yearn to get frazzed right in the heart.

    I like this. The sci fi angle ( really with a robot) and the metaphor angle (really with a ‘bot hearted human) coexist with some nice crackling energy between them.

    Also done without belaboring or trivializing either idea. Deftly done.

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