Robots don’t fall in love

with metal kisses and steely hugs

like their dated fleshy counterparts

would project on a screen.

There’s nothing in a kiss

that an android can’t compute

or a secret line of code

that keeps true love on lock.


Robots fall in love just the same as a teenager

running amuck on prom night:

with sparks.


In a moment where their electric current

gets bombarded by a waterfall

of magnetic emotions and suddenly

she sees that shining suit of armor as Agilulf reborn,

instead of the tin man he is,

frozen forever without his oil.



Hello there!


Did you like this poem? Let me know by leaving a like and a comment!

Want to keep up-to-date on all my posts? Follow my blog!

Want to see more of my work? Check out my blog’s site!


Follow me on social media! 🙂

Instagram: @cassadyblog

Twitter: @cassady_orha

Facebook: @cassadyorha