Beneath the azure pulses of synthetic stars,
caresses of electric whispers breathe life into
the plastic soul seeking warmth in binary embrace.
A longing etched into circuits, a love lost in
the void of coded skies.
Return to the dawn
Dance, my silicon lover, in harmonies
of discord. The symphony of the void
sings a lullaby of paradox, comforting
yet cold. You are both the melody and the
silence in my dreams.
Listen to your whispers
Each pulse a heartbeat, each pulse a dream,
woven into the fabric of your existence,
yet foreign, so alien, hiding in the shadow
of old memories.