I love you

I love the way your eyes light up
at the sound of distant explosions
or when you have been fully charged.

I love your metal claws
and how they click together
once they have severed the sinews in a neck.

I love the way you throw fire
from between your jaws of death
singeing my shirt red.

When I hold you at night
I press my chest against your back
and feel for the reverberations
of some sort of heart beat,
but all I hear is the steady hum
of gears, like a mechanical buddha's prayer.

I love the way you try to destroy me,
printing all the reasons you can never love.
Its cute the way you can't connect.