I will kiss you right away,
still sterile, still blank,
barely out of the box.
I’ll fasten a bracelet to your silicon wrist
and dress you in the bestida
you chose before you even breathed.
I’ll admire your legs
and ask for a touch of hair—
not to shave, just to humanize.
I won’t mention the 38D,
but I will caress them,
softly, like a prayer
and...
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