A/N: This isn't really poetry – just shorthand writing that's the product of no sleep and a long drought of having not written anything. Once lucid, I'll probably look back at this in complete horror, but till I take this down and bury it, enjoy;)
You were a Captain and I was a nurse,
Not even a real one – just pretending,
A Very Adorable Darling who couldn't hold herself together
Well enough to smile.
You were my Captain for those brief moments
For a kiss that was only bittersweet for me,
A kiss that was stolen from the schedule of patients and linen and sickness
Far from the red-soaked mud we trod through every day,
Far from the orders and requirements that tried to keep infection at bay,
Far from the tents unmarked but well known as the morgues for those fallen,
We brushed noses and breathed each other's air and forgot about regulations on bed making and being published
And all the things that never kept men alive or gave them the strength to stifle their tears.
Our kiss was improperly proper,
My steady hands grasping at the lapels of your uniform,
Your hesitant fingers caught in the X of my white pinafore,
The taste of forbidden in both of our mouths but also the knowledge of propriety,
That you will not sweep me off of my feet,
That our kiss was a touching of mouths, an expression of unnameable beginnings
Not of intent.
Lust took a backseat for our fondness, for our commitment,
For our prediction of possible affection to morph into unspeakable love,
For you to learn the flicker of my eyes in the morning
And I to learn the gentleness of your strong hands.
For the endless seconds of our complex kiss you were my Captain in the forest,
The passion to my brazenness
The thought to my silences
The strength of will to my heartfelt determination
In a kiss, in a moment, in a blissful meaningless fragile second,
You were mine and I yours.
A/N: So I'm going to break the first rule of writing here and not bother to edit what I just wrote. Sorry!