A Vietnamese Woman Who Made My Heart Kick Its Heels Across the Dance Hall of Life Her smile and face made me want to kiss her immediately. So what did I do? Like a schmuck I talked about Li-Po and other relatively Asian poets, while missing out on the glorious luster of her lips, the cute manner in which her eyeglasses slid down her adorable button nose…I had a lot to tell her: about how Queen Elizabeth sent Sir Francis Drake on a pirate mission …. Or better yet, how Milton, blind as a bat, declaimed the verses of the greatest poem the world has ever known. She only smiled, with eyes that made me melt, and desired to embrace her beauty. Nothing else mattered. Botticelli’s Primavera mattered not a whit to her, only the promise of my kiss. I tried to explain atonalism in music to her, but she just smiled, and took my hand , and begged with glorious eyes for a kiss … And what did I do? Like an ass I started reciting Shakespeare. “O that this too too solid flesh would melt,” etc. …. She held me, and listened, and for a moment I felt like a man again. But when my tongue tasted her body, I danced across the hall of life like a horny jester, and I ceased to be me.