touched by melted synapses
of an ordinary, afternoon Sol,
long fingers of oily, dusty crimson
converting space and time
in memories
of

trying to talk with
beautiful shells of
red haired, black haired, blond haired
empty, cacophonous
cybernetic shards
of the absent
you
soon
to
be

your
fashionable violet eyes
under this post-futuristic, virtual sky
la bouche
comme une proposal of
sweet, poisoned, perpetual hell
your neck
turning my lips into
a serial murderer
by

simply

saying

I LOVE YOU

crucifying your hands with
my tongue
on infinite multiversial strings
of the Now
following with my body
your body
electrical sparks filling the intimate air
with the smell
of ozone

no sweat
no flesh
no blood

only replaceable
red haired, black haired, blond haired
androids
testing artificial rooms
of artificial
words

worlds