OctPoWriMo Day 31: Words Weave Truth

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Thirty-One!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I’ve followed many of the prompts, and had the double joy of play and discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write about the month of poetic writing….

And now here we are, at the end of OctPoWriMo, and on the eve of NaNoWriMo. The trick-or-treating is done, and four children have dressed up, traded candy, and indulged the need for play and fantasy…

It’s been a day that followed a night of very little sleep…which has led to frayed tempers, ragged patience, and truncated endurance. My level of concentration is a little capricious today, which might mean my poem will be brilliant, or maybe that it’ll be a disastrous capper on a grand adventure.

I’ve visited quite a few new poet-bloggers, and read some truly amazing poetry. I plan to visit more of my fellow OctPoWriMo participants in the coming days, so that’s a gift that will keep on giving…

Either way, it’s been an incredible journey of self-discovery. I’ve used prompts that might not have occurred to me otherwise, explored new poetry forms I’d never heard of at the beginning of the month, and delved my soul. I’ve been bathed in language, and imagery, ideas, and connections. I’ve written some fiction connected to my poetry, and indulged some favorite characters.

It’s not only been a valuable experience for its own sake; it’s primed my creative pump for November’s adventure- drafting an entire novel in only a month.

But for now, there’s one poem left to be written, so here we go…

It’s going to be one final blitz, because I’m diggin’ the blitz! =D

Words Weave Truth

Month of wonder

Monthful of words

Words form images

Words shape reality

Reality afire

Reality swirling

Swirling in thoughts

Swirling with meaning

Meaning going deeper

Meaning ever shifting

Shifting perception

Shifting understanding

Understanding my world

Understanding myself

My self unveiled

My self deepening

Deepening and growing

Deepening poetically

Poetically strectching

Poetically deliving

Delving within

Delving without

Without excuses

Without fear

Fear of failure

Fear of opening

Opening to my life

Opening to fantasy

Fantasy whirling

Fantasy weaving

Weaving new realities

Weaving with wonder

Wonder what comes next

Wonder of creation

Creation a new delight

Creation as learning

Learning to see anew

Learning to feel

Feel life in the words

Feel their pulse and breath

Breath of life lived awake

Breath of life lived aware

Aware of its energy

Aware of poetry’s power

Power of cadence

Power of rhythm

Rhythm a dance

Rhythm my strength

Strength to live truth

Strength to write life

Life

Truth

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OctPoWriMo Day 30: Apart With Love

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I’ve followed many of the prompts, and had the double joy of play and discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about “the day before”….I picked the day before an arranged marriage, from the point of view of the soon-to-be jilted lover….

Apart with Love

The day before

The world fell apart

Apart like we would be

Apart from now on

On my own now

On her world

World that owned her

World that claimed

Claimed her rights

Claimed her choices

Choices stealing away

Choices gone tomorrow

Tomorrow too soon

Tomorrow shredding joy

Joy in our journey

Joy of yesterday

Yesterday spent in bed

Yesterday a feast

Feast of lovemaking

Feast of sorrows

Sorrows in her touch

Sorrows in her eyes

Eyes holding so much

Eyes flinching with pain

Pain she felt

Pain we shared

Shared life shared stories

Shared love to be severed

Severed without options

Severed and surrendered

Surrendered to culture

Surrendered to tradition

Tradition a prison a trap

Tradition strangling hope

Hope for tomorrow

Hope for new beginning

Beginning a life a love

Beginning with another

Another man to hold her

Another type of life

Life without her

Life not worth living

Living without her touch

Living so near and so far

Far from the freedom

Far from my love

Love burns so bright

Love blooming too late

Late

Bright

Get more of days before!

OctPoWriMo Day 28: “It Levels Off Up Ahead”

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Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I’ve followed many of the prompts, and had the double joy of play and discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about past loves, or the beginning of love, and we were given the following prompts:

Word Prompts:

Love

Bliss

Consuming

Blind

Honeymoon

Feeling Words:

Euphoria

Joy

Bewildered

Annoyed

Grief

I began each stanza of this free verse with one of the word prompts. I shifted the order a bit to fit the flow of the poem and our journey.

The poem is based on a hike we took early in our marriage, when our “only child” was a four-month old puppy named Bunko, and we had no idea what life held in store for us…

The trail was steeper than we thought it would be, and, all during the three-mile hike, my Accomplice in Mischief kept saying, “It’ll level off up ahead….”

It’s become a joke, between us, when life gets tricky and things don’t seem to be going our way…

Maybe that’s our secret – that we have inside jokes, stories, and journeys that we share – the light and the shadow.

Lava Lake – see that mountain off to the left? That’s the trail…never did level off.

It Levels Off Up Ahead”

“It levels off up ahead,” you said,

As we hiked toward Lava Lake

Love can be like that trail,

Winding up and up

Strenuous, taxing,

Fraught with dangers

Like the bears

In the Montana wilds

The obstacles and the

Rough places of life.

**

Bliss is the thing we expect, maybe

When we give ourselves over to love

What we want is the glory

Consuming everything but

Each other

Those long wild nights

When it’s lovemaking

And talking

And touching

And more touching

More talking

And a lot more

Making love.

**

Blinded by emotion

By hope and raw desire

Hunger and need

And the dreams

That wrap us round

Tighter and tighter

Cocooning us in

A webbing of unity

With no room left

For the world beyond

Or the future

Or even

Reality.

**

Honeymoon fights

As reality solidifies

I want to go to the

Aquarium – you don’t

We fight, I cry, you win

Later, in Kingman AZ

Reality a vise, a leghold trap

teeth at my throat

I left the car, walked out

Nighttime desert

Scorches with truth

Hot and relentless

In every heated breath

“I can’t believe

I married you!”

Words sharper than

Agave thorns.

**

Euphoria is a bubble

A cloud a wave

Something that ebbs

And rises anew

Like switchbacks, and

the steep broken path

Up the side of a

Mountain

Leading to the

Treasure of a

Hidden blue lake

A place to rest and renew

But the path winds up, still

It never did level off up ahead

Not on that trip anyway

And we chose not to climb

Higher that day, but to

Find peace with our descent

And delve the lower places

Within and between us.

**

Annoyed too often and for too long

A seething lava pit beneath

The surface of our love

And our shared lives

Boiling over like a geyser

Rumbling and rending

Poisoning the waters

Upheaval at the roots

Like a fallen sequoia

Or Sedona’s red rocks

The schisms and rifts

Whenever we didn’t

Agree.

**

Bewildered by new identity

Mommy and Daddy – who, us?

To suddenly be the ones

Responsible for his life

His health his laughter

And far too many early tears

Frustrations, rages, his and ours

The trips and stumbles

along the path

Many unseen dangers

Lurking like Montana bears

Hidden by glacial boulders

Shadows in the wild places

In the world, in ourselves

Jagged edges that threaten

This fragile being, our son

Our love blended and grew

Glowing in baby blue eyes

Eyes fixed on us.

**

Grief grabs us, squeezes, clenches

You hold our secondborn so gently

As the monitors slow, ssllooww

Stop.

You hold him for another hour

Squeezing and clenching

Shock of sorrow

Piercing reality

This isn’t a level place

This is trauma, soul deep

Black clouds, gaping void

Empty clothes, empty crib

Empty arms, empty womb

We cling together and

Fill what we can.

**

Joy isn’t always held in

Those leveling off spots

It’s like the sudden grin

Our daughter’s dancing eyes

Child born from tragedy

Force of nature

Like that climbing path

So long ago

Joy is a flower

Fragile

Ephemeral…

And not really the point

Of this hike, this life

Lived together

It’s the rainbow

The squeals of laughter

The moments in firelight

In desert mountains

In caves and scuba gear

Touch and taste of you

Quickening my heart

Binding me tighter with

Spidersilk webbing

Tensile strength and

Freedom…

**

It’s always been

About the

Journey.

OctPoWriMo’s A Journey!

Lone Star Geyser with Rainbow, Yellowsstone National Park, WY.

NaNoing My Nest: October 29,2014

 

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Well, here we are! It’s the final October update, and my busy week is in full swing!

My troublesome tooth is history. I’m not in much pain- it’s tender, and twinges occasionally, but I can live with that. I’ve taken Annalise shopping to complete her costume, bought both kids clothes because, well, they do seem to keep growing, and, on Thursday, the kids and I will be headed five hours away, to central New Jersey, to visit our friends for Halloween. Incidentally, that’s where I will begin NaNoWriMo – as close to midnight as I can manage.

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And, since it’s nearly the end of October, it’s time for me to assess my progress on my monthly goals. On Sunday, I’ll be posting my November goals (uhh, NaNo, mostly!), and my overall Round 4 progress thus far.

How was YOUR October? I hope you found it productive and fun – rather like a leaf pile! =D

October Focuses:

  • OctPoWriMo

  • Short Story Revisions for Submission

  • NaNoWriMo Plotting Target attained!

Blogging:

On target:

Queue all November posts for Coffee and Conversation and WIPpet Wednesday features by October 31.

  • Several posts in progress; that’ll be a focus for the rest of the week; until I run out of month, or all are scheduled.

  • C and C: Posts for 11/3; 11/10; and 11/17 in physical development. Idea nascent for 11/ 24.

  • WIPpet Wednesday: Post for 10/29 scheduled; 11/5; 11/12; 11/19; 11/26 in various stages of physical development.

Blog all 31 OctPoWriMo poems.

  • 28/31 completed and blogged.

Share each feature post to 3 diverse places.

  • Most of the time. More organic than recorded.

Maintain blogging schedule; find a comment rhythm that supports a 2-3 day turnaround.

  • Again, most of the time. I’m still falling behind on the intense Saturday-Monday blogging stretch; but queuing posts should help with this, in future.

May the words fall like the leaves….

Writing:

Target attained:

Finish plotting The Earth Doth Move (for NaNoWriMo) by October 31.

  • 60/60 scenes complete; chapter 19/19.

  • Now I let the ideas simmer until Saturday! =D

On target:

Write 31 poems for OctPOWriMo, one per day in October.

  • 28/31 poems completed.

Not yet:

Complete rough draft of Perchance to Dream.

Continue first revision pass for Chameleon’s Dish.

Complete readthrough for Blood and Breath.

Editing:

On target; goal adapted:

Complete Deep Revision process for three short stories.

  • Goal adapted to one story, “A Splash of Red.”

  • Exercise 5/5 in progress.

Not yet:

Do first revision pass on each poem in Queen of My Infinite Spaces.

Continue with on-page pre-revision notations for BAB.

Submitting:

On target; goal adapted:

Submit all Deep Revision stories to World Unknown Review.

  • Submission will occur after final revision pass.

Happy Nightmare Fairy – maybe she’ll give us all inspiration!

 

Hometending:

Target Attained:

Take time at least once a week to simply be in the space, as it is.

File or delete Inbox email backlog; maintain at a manageable level.

Continue using calendar app to manage my time.

Read Smart Change.

On target:

Continue the family room reset.

  • Stalled out a bit mid-month, but gathering steam again…slowly.

Continue cleaning and organizing my study.

  • Intermittent progress here; moving along.

Not yet:

  • Organize laptop files in a rational, intuitive manner. Aim for 15 minutes/week.

  • Explore the 52 Weeks of CHaOS program.

Lifetending:

Target Attained:

Move Play Jar to a more visible area.

  • Moved to a prominent space on my study shelf, near my chair.

Read at least one of the TBR books on the bookcase by my bed.

On target:

Return to exploring the slips in my Play Jar – in a playful, FUN way!

  • I’ve pulled a slip, and will complete it next week.

Continue to meet and make plans with friends.

Not yet:

Surveying what’s on the horizon….

Fitness:

Target Attained:

  • Plan at least two monthly excursions that promote physical activity.

On target: (at least, until the tooth abscess derailed me.)

  • At least one workout at the Y each week.

  • At least one strenuous home/yardtending activity each week.

  • Dance, swim, or play physically with kids at least once each week.

  • At the Y; at least 4 weight-bearing exercises/machines for arms/legs/core weekly.

  • Treadmill: 18 minute mile, walking/jogging; using “Rolling Hills” Program.

  • Work up to 2 miles, at any speed for the second mile.

  • Recumbent bike: 8 miles in 30 minutes, using an interval program.

  • Build toward one half mile walking/jogging on the track each week.
  • Add time on elliptical, arc trainer, and/or rowing machines: goal is 10 minutes on each, by end of round.
  • Set up Wii balance board and use for 10 minutes at least twice weekly.

Not yet:

Maintain or reduce body weight – monthly checks.

  • Not having gotten to the gym two out of the last three weeks, between abscess and the extraction, has delayed this goal. I’ll check my weight next Tuesday.

Nutrition:

Target Attained:

Maintain existing nutrition goals (smoothies/salads and yogurt/nuts).

Eat broth or vegetable-based soup at least once each week.

On target (still working on forming the habits):

Eat fresh vegetables other than salads (raw or cooked), and/or fresh fruits at least 3 times each week.

Eat whole grains, in any form, at least 3 times each week.

Not yet:

Read Intuitive Eating.

  • This will likely be my NaNo break reading, and, if not, I will read it in December.

ROW80 Sponsor duties:

Target Attained:

  • Complete and submit my sponsor post.

  • Visit my “team” twice weekly.

  • Visit other ROWers as time and energy permit.

 

ROW into November with us!

WIPpet Wednesday: Pickle Juice and Leverage

Welcome to the Halloween version of WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

And, speaking of our incendiary duo….

Here’s another snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

I’ve got something a bit different for you today. A few weeks back, someone, and I’m sorry to say I don’t remember who (Emily, maybe?), posted a “blooper” – a scene that didn’t make it through revisions. I loved the idea, and I wasn’t the only one. So…

Story a Day May provided me with lots of good TnT stuff – but also a few bits that wandered off into weird places. So today, in honor of tricks and treats, I give you a bit that didn’t make it into the slot eventually filled by “Strangers in Sickbay”.

Spoiler Alert! This occurs after the events in “Tigress T’Pol”, which we will return to next week. If you don’t want to know if TnT spend forever in that cell; don’t read this!!!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 29, 2014.
  • My math is – Halloween, baby! Call it a trick; call it a treat; call it a tenth birthday gift for my nephew; call it whatever you want! =D

This story is an add-on scene for the episode: “Acquisition. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. I haven’t edited it; it’s as-is!

So T’Pol and Trip have just bamboozled three alien thieves into captivity, thereby saving the ship….

T’Pol looked at the three big-headed aliens she’d just dispatched. “I trust you will disarm them, Commander? Their scent is – powerful.” She wrinkled her nose; I tried not to notice how cute that small uncontrolled gesture was. Suddenly, I was very aware that we were two of only three people awake on the entire ship.

“What about that nasal numbing agent you used to talk so much about?” I said it mostly to distract myself.

“I no longer use it. I’ve grown accustomed to the scent of humans. However, these people possess a markedly different body chemistry. I find it somewhat – overpowering.” She swallowed. “I would prefer to go no closer.”

“You all right? You’re looking a little green around the gills.”

“The smell is rather -nauseating. Once I am out of close proximity, I suspect the sensations will fade.”

I went to kneel by the aliens, and now my nose wrinkled, too, and I cleared my throat. “These guys don’t smell as bad as Klingons, but this is a little like being too close to an entire vat of pickle juice.”

“‘Pickle – juice?'”

“Mostly vinegar, with some spices, then cooked. It’s a powerful scent – even to my nose.”

“Then I suggest you complete your search quickly.” Her voice wavered a little.

“Good suggestion. Good shooting, too.”

Their skin was like worn leather when I brushed it, and I had to fight the impulse to wipe my hands on my coveralls like I was back to being a kid. “They all have something like phase pistols, and those handcuffs they used on the captain, and then there’s this whip plasma contraption…”

“We will confiscate their weapons, and study them. As for my aim, I had the element of surprise, and a contained area. I believe our phase pistols are the more powerful.”

“Well, their handcuffs seem just about perfect for what I’ve got in mind.”

It took a little shoving and arranging, but, when I was done, they were all attached to one another. “With the way these guys bicker, they’ll be too busy blaming each other to figure out how to get themselves out of this.”

“Splendid.”

She looked at the pile I’d created, and there was smug satisfaction in her tone. She withdrew something from somewhere around her waist – where the hell did she manage to hide anything in a uniform that fit her as though she poured it on every day? – and held it up. It caught the light with a metallic glint. It was a key. “I believe it is time that I released the captain -“

“T’Pol!”

My voice was sharp, and it bounced and ricocheted off the pipes. She tensed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be so loud. But, if you’ve had that key; does that mean Krem is disabled, too?”

“It does indeed.” She watched the key spin, almost as though it had her mesmerized.

“Then why didn’t you unlock the captain?”

She looked at me, and there was something a little reckless in her glinting eyes. “I have unfinished business with Captain Archer, and this key represents leverage.”

“For someone who claims she’s motivated by logic, you certainly seem to be enjoying this.”

What will T’Pol say to that? What business does she have with the captain, and why does she need leverage? Is she enjoying this? How come they’re both keeping their hands to themselves?

Nope. Not telling. That’s the trick part…but you know the drill by now– you can watch the episode, or wait till I post this on a fan fiction site and share the link!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

OctPoWriMo Day 28: Hunger

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I’ve followed many of the prompts, and had the double joy of play and discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem to fit this equation:

Prompt: Hunger + Secondary Emotion = Your Poem

Add to HUNGER another, secondary emotion of your own choosing.

Possibilities include

sadness

joy

ambition

lust

yearning

self doubt

boredom

(or fetch your own via five minutes of free writing on the theme of hunger.)

Hunger

Hunger

    is the

             slinking

      sinuous

prowling

      hollowed

      stray

                tom cat

       of the

empty

soul

Yesterday’s poem was epic, so maybe it’s fitting that today’s is a mere 15 words….

But 14 potent words, born of one of my first memories. I was in my crib, walking back and forth running my hand along the rail = I liked the cool smoothness of the plastic bite guard under my fingertips. It was daytime, and I was waiting for my mother to come upstairs and release me from my nap. There was a small high window near the foot of the crib, and, as I looked out the window, I saw Hunger.

Hunger was a local stray, big headed and with prominent ribs – and, back in the early 70s where spaying and neutering weren’t mentioned much, I suppose, he had a seemingly endless appetite for scraps and our tortoiseshell cat, Hudson.

I watched Hunger strut and stalk through our yard, aware of everything around him, and I thought that “Hunger” was the perfect name for him…even as a toddler, words have been a playground for me.

And, even at the age of 45, if someone says the word “hunger”, that beat up, half-starved prowling creature of appetite will be the first image-meaning that slips into my mind…

I’m not sure if the secondary emotion comes through, or is just implied- it’s emptiness, loneliness – and maybe a touch of nostalgia.

Hungry for more OctPoWriMo?

OctPoWriMo Day 27: Just a Dream of Broken Hearts

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Seven!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow many of the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem that dealt with sleep or dreaming….

And they’ve been in my head, showing me what happens, when they dream…

So I gave them 1300 words or so to each say their piece; of course, they both surprised me. Then I went through both passages, and created a list of found phrases, which, adapted, became the components of this blended dream.

If I pulled it off, you will feel two distinct voices throughout….

Warning: this is a rather epic poem, at over 700 words. No, I didn’t plan that!

And for those who care – SPOILER ALERT! This poem has MAJOR, HUGE, BIG-TIME SPOILERS for the Star Trek: Enterprise episode “Home” and points surrounding. Don’t go further if you don’t wanna know…

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Word Prompts:

sleep (sleepy, sleeping)

dream (dreaming, dreamer)

nap

awake

insomnia

Just a Dream of Broken Hearts

“oh god, T’Pol – why can’t

this be just a dream?”

you watched her get married

she’s Koss’s wife not yours

you have no right to her now

it’s his bed she’ll share tonight

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

her beautiful face blurred

and ran with my tears and hers

an old oil painting melting

beneath her hot red sun

What right had Koss to me?

Angry blood seared my veins.

“oh god, T’Pol – why can’t

this be just a dream?”

not the friendly sands of Florida

sands of another world

red sands where she

sacrificed herself

on the altar of her logic

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

My nails dug into my palms.

“I must meditate.”

To whom did I speak?

There was no one here.

“oh god, T’Pol – why can’t

this be just a dream?”

“She’s mine – “

“Yes, Trip – I am yours – “

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

Koss had the right

to take me as wife.

“oh god T’Pol – why can’t this

just be a damned dream?”

we moved together

no hurry but unspoken urgency

bodies and minds and souls

tangled together

inseparably forever

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

In this space, I could pretend…

Pretend if I went out the door,

turned left, rounded the corner,

and crossed the corridor,

felt it rising surging

bursting forth – power

and crushing pain

that I would be at Trip’s door -

he would welcome me in,

her citrus-and-sandalwood

arousal scent blended

with the salt air of home

He’d take me into his arms

and I would come fully to life.

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

her eyes glowed and it was almost

as if I could feel what she felt

touch what she touched

know what she knew

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

hot fingers trailed down my chest

plasma arc of sharing

everywhere she touched

Peace slipped away and popped

like the soap bubbles on Trip’s chest.

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

to lose myself in her fierce bliss

popping like soap bubbles

under her virgin fingers

as she learned at last how

to play just play

without purpose

but just

for fun

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

“You don’t play nearly

enough, pepperpot.”

Vulcan children did not ever

Play simply to play.

she was opening receiving

all I could give

giving so much more

than I thought she had

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

What he’d fanned into vibrant life,

now dull, numb, broken toys.

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

“don’t suppose that’s sugar-free pie?”

sugars hit her hard and fast

take logic and inhibition

toss them out the airlock

we don’t need them now

My hot touch excites him

Into vivid human flame.

“oh god T’Pol – why does this

have to be just a dream?”

she rained kisses on my face and I

kissed her pecan pie tasting mouth

deeper and deeper breathing her in

but never breathing her out

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

hot sticky smears over my chest

before I could say anything but “hey!”

well she certainly learned how to play

“oh god T’Pol – why can’t this

be more than just a dream?”

Tempt me from solitude

And quiet meditation

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

her hot breath came sharp and quick

cutting through the sounds of the waves

and the gulls and the setting sun

Cool human fingers soothing

The heat of my hungry skin.

“oh god T’Pol – what does it mean

that we’re dreaming the same dream?”

Our tumultuous bubble of peace

Punctured by tradition and duty.

she kissed my cheek and

gave me the gift of

her thoughts and her tears

“Trip, is this what humans mean,

When you speak of ‘broken hearts’?”

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