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 {allegra|ihnp4|decvax|harpo|seismo|teklabs|ucbvax}!pur-ee!pucc-h:aeq ...drifting along with the tumbling terminals....