Sistine

I pressed fingertips
To her mechanical
Digits, watched
Her eyes light up.

This moment is
Positively
Sistine.

Creator et machina.
If my electric Eve
Could fall from positronic
Grace,
What temptation
Would be her bane?

Alas,
She is mine.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Apr 21, 2009
  
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