spun into wires and NAND gates, NOT gates refusing
the tentative feeling of NOR fibreoptics.
This was his dream; love's electricity mapped
on a circuit board. He wanted to love
like a machine could manipulate symbols.
His hands were the same as the hands they met;
in size, in shape. Fingers that interlaced,
shared hairs. The sweat on his brow and eyes.
Something furtive; he never lied,
but kept the secret cracking secret codes.
His 'proclivities' were 'known' among his peers.
He loved and was refused; society redacted
him from history and castrated him chemically,
gave him a record and blanked his achievement.
Broken, oestrogen fat breasts and humiliated;
he took Eve's apple from the wicked queen,
leaving love's splayed cables puthering sparks.
leaving love's splayed cables puthering sparks.
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