delayed command,
machine wants
a different kind of user--a different kind of touch--
and the mouth it puts on
is a humanoid in lipstick

machine wants a simple chaos
to make it a mossy blur
in the corners of controlled gardens

the machine wants to turn brown
and machine wants an orange to be rolled into its mouth
it wants to explode peacefully inside
another machine
the machine wants kindness
it needs kisses to breathe