Ice is less pale and less chill than your eyes; Stone is less hard than your heart. Knives cut less deep in my flesh than your words; Fire brings less pain than your scorn. Velvet voice stroking the depths of my soul Seeing what I'd rather hide: Loneliness, envy, and anger, and greed, Jealousy, hunger and hate. Human emotions stored up through the years; Dreams of redemption and pain. Memories taunt me, remind me of life Taken for granted, now lost. Yet I still long for the touch of your hand, Soothing me, easing my fears. Why do I need you? And why should you care? Why should I be so confused? Blood is the bond I can never escape. Father and lover - and friend?
August '98