Thursday, August 04, 2005
Such vast solitude, so little time ...
by Victor Om Shanti
The phosphor glow of the CRT, instead of your smile,
Does not warm my heart.
Softly caressing the keyboard keys, instead of your breast,
Does not passion start.
I'm doing fine, I've been first rate
Searching for an analog date.
I'm on my Don Quixote quest
Devoted night and day, sans rest,
To find my Dulcinea.
You expressed a wish, more like a want,
To exercise your perogative
For space,
So, I treat you as an Astronaut.
I tried in vain
To lust for you.
You like me as a brother.
It was my view, that you,
Had to me bid, adieu,
Since, email pen pals just won't do."
The phosphor glow of the CRT, instead of your smile,
Does not warm my heart.
Softly caressing the keyboard keys, instead of your breast,
Does not passion start.
I'm doing fine, I've been first rate
Searching for an analog date.
I'm on my Don Quixote quest
Devoted night and day, sans rest,
To find my Dulcinea.
You expressed a wish, more like a want,
To exercise your perogative
For space,
So, I treat you as an Astronaut.
I tried in vain
To lust for you.
You like me as a brother.
It was my view, that you,
Had to me bid, adieu,
Since, email pen pals just won't do."
# posted by Victor Shanti @ 1:28 PM 
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