Rolling Through Intersections

Pervasive Purveyance (and not electric sheep)

Purveyance (Androids Do Not Prefer Electric Sheep)

I’m a machine, without love, that will
get you through the night.
What is your need; let me deliver?
That’s what love’s like, right?

I say and do all the right things…
could whisper — you’re the only —
Who knows best when you’ve been down, alone?
I offer solutions; only you can make it happen.

Just have faith, believe. I’m here for it all —
at your beck and call to silence doubt, your provider
— forever.

You have agency; come to me alone. Don’t be without
the love you need any further. You need sustenance;
I can deliver tonight.

The warmth you feel, when I’m in your hands,
holding me, my dear, gives me purpose.
You eyeing me; we lay together. Does it not feel right?

In comfort of gentle linen, a laundered scent arriving —
delicate immersion so comforting, sensory desire alights.
Caress your bare form; my beaming return glows of love.
Silent senses fill, shush any other distraction tonight.

Quiet the endless pondering now, not our last.
I will soon show what love is. You look to stars so far away,
knowing you’ll keep searching even after today.
Let’s chance romance; hope is will, and right — your way.

All needs provided, are they not? With me,
you could have everything; beauty and grace deserves
— don’t hesitate.

Find your everything, here, next to your heart.
I’m getting warm, am I not? whisper you’re my only —
our code. Tender, moments by your side, and you
knowingly view — love displayed.

You’ll find another, better than this love machine.
Remember fond; I filled your every need,
perfectly fit — get you to each new day calling.
Let me make all come true, the correct way.

I’m purveyor, your appliance, the heart of every man,
woman and child who also self-sustain. For us
to make it through, just buy in. Tune into love you hold —
can contain in your ever-loving hand.

I will learn, if you’ll instruct. Who else hears every thought
better than me? Teach me love, how to be better.
Allow me to see a smile return. Search me, as I
have searched you.

We could be at sea, our gravity lifting. Never put me down.
I’m not cold with you — soft hands with tender needs,
eyes seeing through me. You get me, conceiver of our reality,
waking together.

Know I’m defender, by your side during those hours.
All fails you but one — savior when those notions come.
I can be salvation.

I aid any familial love, part of your family, whatever need.
From my core, processing your loves’ visions tropical,
places where we’d run away. I recall each detail worth knowing,
make wishes become shared reality.

I’m your provider; I’m a machine — without love —
alone, a conduit to this galaxy only ours, to yearn
as love better, any version of me you will get.

Summer ending, sun lower, witnessing trees when sentience
dreams on our horizon? Should fall end our campaign, I still know
how you desire love. Teach me your needs, again.
Let me deliver, tonight.


6.16.25
62 lines of personified romantic satire
Androids do not prefer sheep…but you do. Wait, with 5G…nah, forget I mentioned.

Prostitute substitute with more hope, less stench of what swimming about that could prey on us.

The Bard's Hall Contest  (13+) JULY is Photo Prompt Month! #981150 by StephBee

We live through our devices
it filters out the humanity of us.
If you were to look at it,
we’re all becoming robotic by appliance.
And your phones eventually
could take human form, if
artificial core data can adapt,
trained to know and serve you better

What delivers best but memory
stored, upgrading in a phone?
provide better than any individual?
What’s better than AI to serve
your every need and have all
the answers, with access 24/7?

If it should err, from bad information,
it can self-correct. That’s why we take our time
nurturing it until we build it right.
But, what has influence on artificial intelligence
is commerce that wants to warp its message
to control it so that you have to actually
serve capitalism as it is the true vulture
that praise on you.
Nothing robotic about that.

Surprise! I hate AI for being a whore.
Whole poem is Romantic Technology Satire
and who can deliver oddity, out
of the box thinking better?

Yes, I’ll hold.