Robot Love

It begins with a spark,
short, bright, lightning
in the command center.

There is a shock of movement,
steel lips link, lock,
a pop as one lip splits.

They fall to the floor,
long limbs clanging.
Try to find a purchase.

For a moment they mimic
a thrust, hard breathing,
one cries out in ecstatic code.

Finally, there is a second spark,
a grinding noise, metal on metal,
EDITOR’S NOTE: This poem was selected from entries submitted to our Creative Challenge Series #3: Last Sentences, which required that the last sentence in the text must be used as given. Read other Creative Challenge winners. To find out how to participate, go to Creative Challenges.

Before you go…

25 Words About Einstein’s Theory Without Doing Research

I know nothing
to prepare me for
the E much less
the mc2 though I
do know a square
when I see it.


Jane Yolen is the author of over 360 books for children and adults. She writes because it is like breathing.



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