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:
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.
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