Title: Afterglow
Author: Leslie Fish
Series: TOS
Original Date: 1978
Rating: G
Codes: S/?
Part: 1/1
Summary: Spock is at peace with himself.

This poem was originally published in Naked 
Times #1, copyright 1978 by Pon Farr Press. 
Anyone who remembers reading the poem in 
its early years and who has information, insights, 
or reminiscences to offer, please post them; or 
send your comments to Doctor Science 
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Disclaimer & Copyright notice: Copyright 1978 by 
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"Afterglow"


. . . never such peace, such utter contentment. . .
Quiet, deep chords of pleasure, echoing
Soft in the blood, sweet in the nerves. . . 
Burning before, now I am melted
Down to a skinfull of sun-warmed honey,
Light-struck wine. . .
                   . . . Oh, I never knew,
Never suspected such feeling existed!


Father, you never did tell me of this.
Why not? You, who married a Human,
You cannot plead ignorance. Surely you knew
This joy beyond telling -- but didn't warn me.
Why?


     . . . All those years you made me believe
Our kind could experience no other pleasure
Than high, bright, cold satisfaction of logic,
Bare peaks of thought. . . sterile promontories.
Why?


     . . . Did you think that if ever I tasted
These forbidden waters, I would drink deep?
Plunge in, and be lost to Vulcan forever?
Perhaps you were right. Perhaps I will.
I have been happier in this bed 
Than ever I was on all of Vulcan.


. . . Love, roll over and kiss me again.

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fin

Mary Ellen
Doctor Science, MA
http://www.eclipse.net/~mecurtin/goodbook
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