Cheeky device,
Purring secrets
and satisfaction.

Little hicCUPS of sound,
rolls of the tongue
that serenade in Spanish,
that hum an ancient tune
in a rhythm familiar
to our foremothers.

Hummingbirds quiver,
bazillion bees buzz,
sipping from blossoms
heavy and pink.
Stinging, singing,
electrical zinging.

My torso croons,
my voice melts and roils.
I am the ocean, but hot;
a dazzling lightning storm;
a cyborg:
a sly, smug
science fiction creature
somewhere between woman
and machine.