Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount/Viacom. This poem is the property of and is copyright (c) 1977 by Caroline Nixon. Originally published in Obsc'Zine #1, edited by Lori Chapek-Carleton. Rated PG.
SONNET TO A CERTAIN PART OF A CERTAIN VULCAN
(or three of a kind beats two)
O, jewel of the jewel of my heart,
it is so hard to praise you fittingly
and yet retain a certain delicacy
when speaking of the bliss that you impart.
You are the thrice-blest key to heaven's door
through which I pass to sweet eternity;
you lift me to the depths of ecstasy
and leave me storm-wrecked on Love's gun-shot shore.
Warm jade against the almond of his skin
and never ever "better out than in,"
my joy in all the comfort that you give
shall never cease as long as I shall live.
Considering a live long before his day,
how do you manage to reach all this way?