aeq@pucc-h (Jeff Sargent) (03/06/84)
As is usual with my work, purists would not call this a poem, but here it is:
TO A LADY
I am not a poet.
I cannot woo you
with impromptu iambic pentameter.
I can only say
that I wish you hadn't cut your hair
before I had a chance to experience its deep, thick richness
with the depths of my fingers.
I can only say
that just because you aren't a WASP
doesn't mean you're not beautiful.
It's just that your beauty is of a different type--
rare
unique
priceless!
I can only say
that I do want to experience the deep, warm richness
of your gentleness and sensitivity and understanding and compassion
(which you cannot cut off)
with the fingers of my soul.
I can only say
that I need you to touch me
hold me
(perhaps vouchsafe a kiss)
help recharge this exhausted man;
and let me try to return the favor--
let me be an oasis
in your own desert of loneliness.
And I need you to KNOW that you are beautiful...
before you go
--
-- Jeff Sargent
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...drifting along with the tumbling terminals....