Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
Codes: Kirk/Spock, Uhura
Rating: G, poem
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GARDEN STATUES
Swamped with work and bowed to stressUhura massaged her aching wrist
Caffeine flowing through a crimson dress,
With too many projects to list.
Locate this study and read this report
Send messages for all on deck
She sighed, and muttered with a snort,
"Curse this filthy bottleneck!"
She loved her job-- just not *this week*.
In bearlike mood she left her post
When every duty was complete,
Too drained she was to try to boast.
She went to the garden, away from the clock
To be alone and embraced by slumber's snare
But came there lovers, Kirk and Spock,
Who didn't know that she was there.
She peered out from her hiding place
Within the vine of clematis,
Too worn to move, and too tactful to face
Her senior officers behaving like this.
She saw the Vulcan's mighty hands
With gentleness caress
And tilt the Captain's face to his
With unexpected tenderness.
Like a garden statue in sculpted emotion,
Handsome Apollo and the seductive elf,
They held each other, pledging devotion,
And Uhura smiled in spite of herself.
A sweetest sight to redeem the day
Now, recharged, she can return to her station
Her evil spirits were melting away
In the glow of reflected sensation.
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