Love You Long Time and Prosper

[ScurryFunger]

Princess of Vulcan I sing
rubber soul music
tonguing pointed ears
deaf for years
wasted on some spook
named Spock
whose biological clock
blazes but once
in seven years

I Pon Farr
and pine wide on
bleak igneous planets
burning eternal
amok time
with the sulfurous
desire to liquefy
in your crucible
with minds-melding
behinds rounding
in holy devotion

Smelting
mettle upon
love’s battlefield
strewn with
crimson poppies
clouding opium smoking
naked wanton wenches
illogically forced upon me
in an emotion-laden
and psychotropic-induced state
born of both loneliness
and my fire
for you

lol, you drugged up, pat benatar loving trekkie you!

I once wrote 'hoping for a kling-on - getting Mr Spock.' but that's by the by.

(I've nothing else to say apart from... did you mean to have that 's' on behind?)