Title: Poem: Made of stone 1/1 Author : Lady Charena Series: TOS Rating: G Codes: K/S, POV Feedback: Yes, please. 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... 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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