"Would You Make Love to a Robot?"

[internet questionnaire]

If the eyes were right—
not exact, flawless,
but true enough in their fictions—
if they probed,
responded to emotions;

if hands collected tenderness in a jar;

if the A.I. learned to laugh at my jokes,
sounding less mechanical
than a spouse of many loving years;

if, when its shell nuzzled against my chest,
its hair felt like wind with a kiss of rain;

if I, too, could be less spark-&-circuit,
cursing-my-misfortune,
I-want-to-be-alone—

I might curl in a ball beside it in bed,
waiting for it to notice I am there.