I will not take the oath!
from Star Trek: The Next Generation, Season 2, Episode 20: The Emissary
Haven’t you heard the first rule, Worf?
You never say I love you on the first date.
Or at least, you never ask for
forever after the first mate. We’re all here
circling around one planetary orbit
to another, just trying to find our own place
in the farthest ends of the ever infinite worlds.
I know, you’d say, “tlhIngan jIH”
but there’s something holographic in me,
something in you, in all of us, that flickers
as blood drips down from her palm to your arm.
I get the impulse. When skin is to skin a pulsar
I too would tilt my head up to the sky
and growl. I’d want her to stay with me.
To slay our enemies and then draw our blades
at the other’s throat before we growl. Haven’t
you heard, Worf? Of the slow game: love
poetry’s fullest flowering in the great expanse
of untrekked space. So human
is trust, we inevitably orbit back around.
© Manahil Bandukwala