Composure- A J/C Poem

Summary: Kathryn rationalizes not having a relationship with Chakotay by listing off.....her hairstyles?!!!! The kind of wackiness that only happens at 2 am.

Composure- A J/C Poem

See this hair?
It was once wound tightly into a bun,
Stiff & composed, as I was,
Trying to show that nothing, no one, could mess with me, could make me loose my captain-ish composure.
Then we were thrown into the Delta Quadrant,
And I met you.

See this hair?
We, and the crew, were stranded on a planet, and I cut some off so you could build a fire.
You made some crack about being the only Indian who couldn't build a fire by rubbing two sticks together.
I could never tell you this, but I love the way your eyes sparkle when you're trying to be funny.

See this hair?
I've cut it short, 
Let it hang loose.
I've decided that
If I won't let myself
Lose composure
Then at least my hair could.
You looked at me strange,
When you first saw it cut,
As if you were mourning for 
The lost strands.
But after making a couple of jokes,
(How your eyes shone!)
You quickly regained your composure,
As I must always do,
After indulging myself in
Fantasies
Of you merely touching the remaining strands.
But not for too long.
Composure is everything.

Celestia 9903.18