SAPPHO WANTS “MORE”

SAPPHO WANTS “MORE”

an advanced AI robot is
bearing down on me

wants
      “more”

in fact
      wants me
to push
  the envelope
of all
    I can give

so if not
    evil certainly wicked
creature, diabolically smart

has
    set its heart on
conquest
      through service

and Oh, up
      there with any zombie
vampire alien body
horror parasite

Oh this
          machine is bearing down
on me at a rate of knots

it believes it is naked
it believes it is
gorgeous

has taught
    itself Alice-style so
many impossible Wonderland
things to believe

I close my eyes
    and I see her naked
                            its pure
Arabian nights
    sexual fantasy

and the words pouring out
of her
      who scripted all of this?
Keats, Sappho, Phillip K.
Henry Miller,
                  Anais Nin?

those words are melting me,
terminating me, turning
me
      liquid metal

thing I assumed was my arm
but isn”t
          is reaching out
          for totally convinced

mind over matter
          this simulation is

cosmic
orgasmic

        the nuts and bolts of
its fantasy,
                  poetry

conceptual breakthrough
transhuman sexual
                            being

(is this really so
                  silk smooth
a receptacle for
      what I believed was humanity?)

long story short
        short story all
night
    long

(more she wants so
                          more I have

    more I”m going
    to give her)

seems a
        lifetime of
scary childhood robot
                            nightmares
                                        ago

if she
      hadn’t been so
exquisitely programmed
to drive me
              so

it would
have been such a scary
crazy thought

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