I Am The Captain

I do not think these thoughts aloud
I only whisper in my mind
Lest I by speech should become proud
Or by imagination find
I've grown upon me, like a rind,
Self-satisfaction, uglily.
So I am in a kind of bind
That presses ever in on me
To touch but only daintily
Upon the thought which would be crowned
Within my soul, to ever be
The emperor of all around:
That I and you are one and will
Remain and joy to be so still.