Senseless Machinery
Can a heart smell the scent
of your hair fanning
on the pillow in bloom?
Can a heart feel your satin skin
canvas stretched
on the bed?
Can a heart taste your writhing
quivering trembling
ecstasy?
Can a heart hear your lilt
and laugh and
orgasm?
Can a heart see your smile
and body and breasts
and eyes?
Dear—we can love just fine
without this senseless machine.
