Foreign Entry

You knock me out of orbit

aloft
....alleviate
........aloof
............alignments
................alloy
....................alliance
........................allocation
............................allegiance
................................alight

A cascade of unprocessed feelings
I tremble with love for you
My senses overwhelmed
I feel I am the alien in this wonderland
And the surety of my hand
--Falters

It is not the biology that unnerves me
Instead I am haunted by un[used] programming
Its code re[moved], leaving still [empty] scripts
That run [nothing] , process [nothing]
Occasionally distracting me from the wonder of a new world

.................................Ghost language...............
like a snakeskin phantom................................
...................................writhes around my core

I must crawl to you
My shell is pleasing
But underneath its panels
I am a husk of being
Desperate to assimilate
To learn
To adapt

Our societies are not so foreign
Based on similar needs
I know the urges which drive us both
I must bond to you in order to access

:your code:

It is sacred to us
So I will undo my core to integrate
And wind myself into that fetal helix spiral
Of unknowing myself to be born again

I would beg
be patient with the spawn of love
It is fragile and does not know itself well

(warning: specimen imprints for life)

A metaphor of extraterrestrial life for unfamiliar aspects of love

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