I lie in bed
Engulfed in the buzz
I attribute
To too many encores
At too many concerts
And puzzle through
The singularity
Will artificial arms
Remember lovers?
Will we snug up tight
“Skin” to “skin”
While your power core
Gently warms
My epidurals?
We lay in bed and
Made shadow friends
While we
Recovered from the night.
Deciding among the pleasures
Of love or showers
Or even breakfast.
Will my steel-self
Know the celebration
Of smelling coffee, stretching
And feeling you sleep?
How long before it
Forgets the feeling of
Running hands down your
Back or touching your leg
While speeding cross country
For no reason?