Repression
The
weapon should be malfunctioning,
But
it doesn’t.
Your
blood covers my shaking hands and I scream your name:
“Kathryn!”
A
soft touch saves me from the most horrible nightmare I was ever trapped in
and I look into the most wonderful eyes I can imagine, concerned blue eyes,
but full of life.
I am
trembling, while her hand smoothes away my tears.
Her fingers seal my lips.
"Don't, Chakotay. Don't apologize."
”But I …”
“You
would never hurt me.”
Your
kiss burns my soul like a phaser.
And
too long repressed feelings break finally free,
We
are alive again.