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When I meet him

For the first time

My hands, my fingers

Tingle

 

Itch

And tremble

 

I need

To touch

 

So immediate

This burn

 

I hide them

Clasp them behind my back

So he won’t see

So he won’t know

 

If I am to serve on this ship

Can my Captain

Doubt my control?

 

I am Vulcan

I am in control

I will not falter

He

will rely

on me

 

I will not

fail

him

 

time passes, he grows impatient with me

“Dammit, Spock, at ease already!”

 

Late

In my room

Before the flame

 

I practice control

Visualize those eyes,

That tameless hair

Those

Lips

 

Confident now

I force arms and hands

To hang tensionless

 

Most of the time

 

But still

Beside him

in reach

 

I casually

Behind my back

Clasp together

My hands

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Dedicated to Dahliaxat - since I don't usually do poetry and am pretty sure her recent posts were what prompted me to throw this one down.  Feedback please!

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