Do Not Look at Me with My T’hy’la’s Eyes
Quaintly old fashioned lyric poem in Archaic Standard style
A despairing SpockPrime laments to AOSMcCoy about the
long ago demise of his beloved TOSMcCoy.
PG for reference to intended suicide and for highly
metaphorical allusion to m/m sexual activity
I do not own Star Trek. Not a molecule, atom, quark or
vibrating string of it.
Dedicated to Nikita, whose story “Once More” was my inspiration
LOOK AT ME WITH MY T’HY’LA’S EYES
look at me with my t’hy’la’s eyes
Of vibrant Terran blue. Humane and wise,
saw the whole of me, my mind
And soul and body. When Leonard’s eyes shined
dawned to conjoined delight;
Contented union now quenched in deathly night.
smile at me with his sunlit grin,
Nor glower, scowling, with well-remembered grim
Leonard’s face was an ever-changing book –
His set of jaw, the sweep of brow, each look
to calculate his mood. But those
Pages, too swiftly read, have sadly closed.
not speak to me with my bondmate’s voice
Silenced these twenty years. Should I rejoice
from a stranger’s tongue his tones which mocked
And challenged, prying my stubborn heart unlocked
illogical magic? Every word
You speak, however mild, is a wound conferred.
afflict my mind with your thoughts, vague
Intrusive echoes of vanished bond; they plague
my heart. Never were you fond host
To my katra, nor my cherished mate. His ghost,
I would welcome; not you, unknown
And youthful man of blood and flesh and bone.
touch me with your hands, trained to heal:
Their touch would but destroy. Falsely to feel
hands igniting private flame
Of wild Vulcan fire only he could tame
leave me scorched and bitter ash, consumed
By love’s illusion, untimely union doomed.
attempt to enter my life, be part
Of my desolation. I beg you: depart,
me taste my grief. Whoever you are,
Strange and familiar man, this last pon farr
alone. My Leonard is gone, and I
Soon shall leave New Vulcan, prepared to die.