May

stood
with cables in her hands
entangled heart strings
inquisitive eyes fixed upon
the mechanical contraptions before her
if given a manual
she'd fix anything
with that dainty look of hers

the hum of machinery
like her thinking
she glows a faint orange
as the lights playfully danced on her
radiance
poised and aplomb

how does this work again?
she asks nobody in particular
savoir faire
a connection
plug to player
a simper
a captivated heart
t'was melted i did
she of live feed