0001
Steel wool driven into joints,
The play of carbonated beverages on skinweave,
Soothing noise of a sandblaster
Scraping rust and dirt from the body:
There is little erotic about cyborg massages,
Only facemasks and part names,
Utilitarian work and low pay.
0010
Exchanging components, meshing interfaces:
The sex purely physical,
Almost neuter.
A thing devoid of gender roles and sexes
As we swap parts, searching:
Trying to find the perfect union in
Electrons and voided warranties.
0011
Love is a hole in memory banks,
Place where logic does not process.
Quantum fields and dreams
Scattered, falling leaves a hiss
Like the universe - winding down.
Sevros cannot replace memory
Of touch, hate not replace loss:
Blood of a masseuse can't wash away
Susceptibility to time and virii --
There is nothing deep as memory:
Sometimes flesh squelchy screams
Drown out the pleasures of love.
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