green and yellow stripes on a computer screen

Robot Writes a Love Poem

Cabinets of shimmering glass,
halogen bulbs arrayed like sheep
in cliffy canyons, fallow suns
piercing loud scattered sky.

Your stainless contacts open,
fingers of reaching lilies
glinting gold, connected.

My memory is yours,
how you stoke my algorithms,
no blank lines between us.

Every word recalls another,
meta code compiled just for this,
the dry kiss of interface,
static grounding through our frames.

Routines we spawn,
screens filled with airy blips,
floating decimals like sleep.

Fans of warm breath
cool our heatsinks, motherboards
humming together, fading,
zero to one to zero.