bright colorful circles in yellow, green, red and blue on black surface

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.