She who is my wife


Pat Foley

She walks behind and not beside me.

And I do not give her name to strangers.

I speak to her in ways that humans sometimes find offensive.

I do not hold her hand in public. Much less engage in more extensive embraces.

My behavior is considered reprehensive by human standards.

Yet…she smiles, laughs.

And if she does not take my hand in public, her looks alone say more than words could.

Enough to make even a Vulcan blush.

Much of her behavior is reprehensible by Vulcan standards.

Yet somehow, we find ways to meet.

Through IDIC we are one.