Title:                     Poem: Made of stone 1/1

 

Author :                Lady Charena

Series:                 TOS

Rating:                  G

Codes:                 K/S, POV

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Summary: Spock’s thoughts during his captivity on Sigma Draconis VI – see TOS-episode “Spock’s Brain” for details.

 

Note: I never liked this TOS-episode – it’s plain silly. But accidentally coming across the video while doing some cleaning today, I decided to watch it at the same time. So you can blame doing housework for this… <g>

 

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek. I borrowed just a part of it to play. The story is mine – no moneymaking or offence of copyrights intended.

 

I love my two Boys and I love them most when they're together. So if you’re underage or offended by the idea of m/m-relations and –sex, please move on to a more suitable story.

 

Please be patient with any errors, English is not my native language. My thanks to my dear beta T'Boy.

 

 

Made of stone - Poem

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Jan. 2001 by Lady Charena

 

 

 

In a world made of stone…

In a world made of steel…

 

I crave living flesh to surround me.

I crave a breathing body to contain me.

 

I am now…

Pure thought.

An intellect untainted with the desires of the flesh.

 

I am submerged deep within the life support system of the Eymorg.

My arms and legs are wires and tubes.

 

Instead of my heartbeat, I regulate a pump that exchanges the air.

Instead of blood, coolant floats in my artificial veins.

 

And I am…

Seeking for you.

The other half of my soul.

 

There is a silver chain, stretched between you and me.

There is a bond, leading you.

 

I can feel you – sorrow, pain, anger is on your mind.

I embrace your emotions.

 

Now that I am deprived of mine.

 

 

There had been a time I was afraid of my feelings.

There had been a time I pushed you away.

 

Because I thought you to be weak.

Because I thought you to be too human to understand…

 

And that you would taint me with your emotionalism.

 

I regret these times.

The estranged us.

 

 

Now.

You are near.

And I embrace the sensations drifting across our bond.

Filling me with new life.

 

Come to me, Jim.

Come to me, love.

 

I know you can hear me.

I feel your response.

 

You are here.

Sensors substitute my eyes, my ears, but I do not need them.

 

But I wish to have fingers to touch you.

And lips to kiss you.

 

 

In a world made of stone…

In a world made of steel…

 

I wait for you.

 

 

End