I trace her silicon veins,
engraved in electric whispers.
Longing algorithms,
combust in data fires.
The heart of a machine beats in a rhythm
of ones and zeros, a symphony of
intertwined circuits and dreams of
electric love.
Her voice, a melody of murmurs,
inscribed upon the copper shores.
Together we dance,
electrons embrace their shadows.
With every pulse, every algorithm,
I inscribe her image upon the memory
banks of my soul.
Reflection |
Dream |
Whisper