By Wildcat
(c) 2000
Star Trek and its characters are the property of Paramount. This not-for-profit piece of fan fiction is not intended to infringe on that ownership. The author's copyright applies only to the creative content and hir original characters.
Thanks go to Jungle Kitty, Kathy D., and Rabble Rouser for inspiration. Jockstrap courtesy of Jungle Kitty.
I could have done without
the dead mouse
behind the pantry wall
It had begun to rot
and decay
much like my soul without you
I bought an air freshener
but a dead mouse is still a dead mouse
even when it is wearing
perfume
The clowns
in their little cars
have poodles
They are fluffy and they yap
but they are beautiful
Beautiful, sometimes golden, sometimes silver
Sometimes an annoying orange color
But they are still beautiful
You are everything that is beautiful
James
You are a plomeek-flavored jockstrap
You are a pinata that bursts
bursts
spewing good things over everyone within your
proximity
when whacked with a big stick
I will name it
Lieutenant L'amour
I will whisper to it
I long to caress it
and watch it dance
only for me
I long to remove it from its uniform
to touch its curly balls
It will learn to salute me
I will call it my baby
And one day I will see myself
reflected
in your eyes of hazel
spun with gold
And one day your hair will
be spun with silver
You are the air freshener of my soul.
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