the pony tail

i've always
had that urge
to pull
the pony tail
on the girl
who sat in
front of me
in class,
and sometimes
did, just a
short tug,
a quick pull
of that long
blonde hair
so neatly
banded and perky
against her
neck and back,
and as i sit
here in the movie
theater putting
on my glasses
to see the screen
i want to pull
again that pony
tail of the girl
who sits
in front of me,
but somehow
resist. there
is just no
going back.