Bangkok, Thailand antique market (2019). Photo by Gaetana Pipia
Android Love Song
I will kiss you deeply, love
But know this kiss is not a kiss
That these lips are not true lips
But merely plastic painted red
I will lie with you, my sweet
But know this bed is not a bed
But a projection of the warmth
That I will not, cannot feel nor give
I will take your hand in mine
Imitating intimacy
Feigning vulnerability
As if I wasn’t made of steel
And while this kiss is not a kiss,
You’ll enjoy me all the same
Delighting in the sound
Of my simulated breath
Of my poly-something vertebrae
Locking with a click, click, click
Arching into artifice
And artificial bliss
Written by Gaetana Pipia @gaetanawrites