Captain, My Captain

Crush the lime
Between my fingers
Every last drop.
It's sour-
All of it-
Leaves me
Rather unpleasant
Like the storm that
First blew in And took my lips
Without permission
Only to leave the same.

Ah, Captain,
My King Of Leon,
Of Nada,
Of wondering If I want you to,
Thanks for making
The bitterness taste
Not so bitter,
For not being a coward,
For your spice.

My Captain.