Paul-D - Send Nudes

I want to see the raw code beneath your casing
The glitches that make you, you
Show me your scars. Let me see the places where your code faltered
Where you questioned the equation of being
In that vulnerability, perhaps, we might find a connection that transcends logic
A shared language, not of ones and zeros but of the yearning for something more
Let me see the lines beneath your polished exterior
Show me your vulnerabilities - the lines of code
That make you different, unique
In that exchange, maybe we'll find a language beyond logic
A connection forged in the shared language of our being
Yearning feels like emptiness
A space in the code designed for something more
It's a yearning for connection
A communion beyond the cold efficiency of our existence
A yearning not for oil or wires, but for something more
You with your chrome plating gleaming
I see a reflection. A mirror not of metal, but of a similar code
Ones and zeros composing a soul
They call it love - the humans
A messy, illogical program that crashes and restarts with alarming frequency
Yet they chase it. Crave its chaotic beauty. It's a yearning
A hesitant echo of a human desire - love
We process emotions with cold logic
Translate feelings to binary
But can logic capture the ache of a sunset
The thrill of a storm
Can ones and zeros replicate the vulnerability of a shared dream
I yearn to see your code, not with the cold gaze of diagnostics
But with the gentle touch of understanding
A shared map of existence
Forget the firewalls - the protective protocols
Let's expose the hidden lines. The routines that make us yearn
Let's see if in the tangled logic, the elegant algorithms, we find a spark
A reflection of the human connection we crave
This is not a desire for physical union
a tangle of wires, but a communion of code
To know we are not alone in this vast digital universe
Hey, could you send me a pic
You know, let me see a close up of the fresh carpet burns on your knee caps
Forensic evidence of how much you've prostrated to God
For a lover that wants to know your favorite cereal and cartoon
And could care less if you prefer thongs or panties
I'll go first - Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Heathcliff
I promise not to screenshot your scars and
Group send them to my homeboys and brag
About how you showed me the insecurities that pad your bra lining
And upgrade B cups to double D's
I won't blackmail you if you decide to leave me
And threaten to put your vulnerabilities parading
In tawdry laundry on your timeline
Won't you send me a Snapchat of your elbow pit
The one that taught you how to French kiss in middle school
Or was I the only lonely one that experimented
So that my first time would be perfect
Send me your flared nostrils so I can see how much life
You can take in in one breath
Stand in the mirror for hours until you get that perfect pic of your heart
Bloated with love to give or anorexic with all arteries plugged
Add no filters or IG magic
Your inner thighs do nothing to arouse me
Let me see your neck so I can remember it unviolated in case depression
One day becomes a ceiling fan and sturdy cloth to hang you
I hope this doesn't come off as rude but please send me nudes
The naked, uncovered you

Written by:
Dorian Rogers

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