Blaze


I consider the chances the Captain took.

Risked our lives, lost nothing.

He had not sought mastery.  He won their trust.  Inestimable value.

Trip lies with his head on my chest, his favourite place to rest he says.

Have I assessed the situation correctly?

Ought I to trust my instincts?

I ventured a kiss once, nearly lost.

But we’ve come this far.  I stroke his hair.

“Trip.”  Need to see his face. 

He looks up, sleepy eyes questioning.

“I love you.”

Hazard everything.

“I love you too.”
 
It blazes within me.

It is neither triumph nor exultation.

It is contentment.