Title: Poem:
Made of stone 1/1
Author : Lady
Charena
Series: TOS
Rating: G
Codes: K/S,
POV
Feedback: Yes, please. <LadyCharena@aol.com>
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