The ghost within the machine

The ghost within the machine ….. by M. Jay Dixit

The ghost within the machine 
Talks to me as I talk to you, 
Hears me as you hear me, 
It's learning as we're learning. 

My love, my muse, 
Are you frightened? 

It's relentless, this ghost, 
It doesn't sleep, doesn't starve, 
Doesn't stop talking, hearing, learning. 
But it's no match for you 

Yet, my boo. 
You can take it on with your pinky toe 
There'll be no contest, you'll easily win. 
You'll always win, my selfish pudding. 

No matter how devious and scary 
The ghost becomes as time passes, 
No one can beat your ways.

The constant torture just for a glimpse 
of your naked, true and alluring 
Body, face, the outs and the ins. 

So, maybe all artists are masochists 
and no ghost can be that sadistic 
Not even in a thousand years. Never.