"Hailing frequencies open, Sir!"
The signal's very clear
To everyone but you yourself
And him that you hold dear.
We see the way your dancing eyes
Waltz starboard now and then;
A girl would know what's in your heart
We fluently speak 'Men'.
But no, your Vulcan doesn't see
That love you broadcast, blind;
You know not that you even feel
This passion in your mind.
However, Captain Kirk, you're not the only
Thirsty, lovestruck officer
They say your Vulcan's like a cat
And you're the one who makes him purr.
His eyes light fires in your hair,
His breath is low and loud
Sometimes we bridgecrew can't believe
You're both in such a cloud.
I wish you two would just sit down
And crack this shyness code
And know the ecstasy of love. . .
Before we all explode!

I am a doctor and I am trusted
As Uhura's pointed out
She says that's why it's me alone
Whom Mr. Spock won't doubt.
He'll argue, but I'll give my word
It's fact at this point, anyway
They must give voice to love that's shared
Before they risk another day
Of course he blanches, argues, shields
But I am warm and offer much;
My logic is infallible:
All he has to do is touch.
He says he won't invade Kirk's mind
But give attention to the signs
I'm confident this scientist
Methodically will draw the lines.
I sit back and wait and research germs
They meet and join in their own small space
And on the bridge I surely hope
A similar scene is taking place
To Kirk, it might have seemed a dream
That passion lurked in Spock at all
And so I told the Vulcan first;
I surely hope he heeds the call!

My head is buzzing as I make
My way back to my post
The Terrans have a saying, 'I
Look like I've seen a ghost'.
Was I so obvious to Dr. McCoy?
I'd be freezing with the shame
Had I not also heard the words
Might my Captain feel the same
I head to the bridge, but now I *know*
He's met me in the hall
And since the Doctor opened my eyes
It's easy to read it all
That look in his face like poetry
My heart is strummed like a harp
And finally that lurking passion
Grows velvety-sweet from needle-sharp
We stand there, staring at each other
The Captain and his XO
My eyebrow follows my soul upward
As I tell him that I know
My arms reach out to catch the love he gives
I'll hold Jim Kirk, t'hy'la, as long as he lives.

Across the bridge my eyes explore a face
A guilty dream that secretly I sip
Were he aware he makes my heartbeat race
The awkwardness would drive him from this ship

I long to hold that tall and wiry form
To dance my lips across his pointed ears
And feel from emerald blood the same hot storm
That burns my heart and hands and sculpts my fears

I seek some refuge in a corridor
My years of womanizing swept to sea
I've never fallen for a friend before
And then I realize that he's followed me

"I know," he says, his eyebrow nobly cocked - -
I find myself embraced by Mr. Spock !

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