Tapestry
Tapestry beneath my fingers
You are so close
I see your profile in the dimness,
from the side
You look anywhere but me
I can't take this...
.
I focus on the tapestry
The mysteries of the mind of the artist
Unknowable
I can feel it
This thing between us
This storm that never breaks
.
And before I can think twice
My hand moves out to touch your arm
A brittle, jarring contact
But now you know everything.
What will you say?
I hold my breath
And wait.
A/N: I wrote this about 1996. Originally Kirk's POV, but it works either way.