Long nights of love and passion.
Alone, the two of us, together.
Love and hate, and you and frustration.

Nothing I want more than you.
To touch you, to know you,
to explore deep inside you.

Deep inside, somewhere your soul
lies sleeping. I want that soul.

The soul of a machine.

I adore your warmth, the hum of your fan,
a few bright green pricks on a screen,
A dozen green pricks on an
oscilloscope screen, Hewlett Packard
upside-down -- DynaScope.

Six bits by six bits, all packed in a 12-bit word.
Which I caress and care for.
Pack and unpack, six-bit ASCII,
all uppercase. My time my care, my life all wrapped up in 4K
12-bit words.

PDP 8/L My darling.