poetry/
Artificial Love

1. 3. 2026

I gaze deep into your cerulean emanating eyes
and lose myself in them as I slowly lose track of time;

and I yearn for the comfort that I feel within your arms,
when you hold me with your cold metallic hands by your side.

And I cannot imagine a world in which I can't concede
all my thoughts, emotions, everything, in solemn indignity.

When my heart's pumping out motor oil with every passing beat,
I can hear the faint buzzing, the sparkling electricity.