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