May 24, 2005

I don't want to know you from the outside the way a mirror can predict those curves and guide the light over the twists and turns that flesh becomes... I want to know you from the inside - claw my way through the razorwire walls of your mind and play double-dutch with your psyche - you always said you were a little girl on the inside.

Would you prefer we act older with our lattes, SUV's, and menthol cigarettes - talking on our lunch hour about children we don't have, filling a role that we simply are not?

Or what if, somehow, I managed to take a wrong turn through the mind and end up in those dark places that hold the scars, the pain, and nightmares - those beautiful cradled keepsakes that make you more alive than dead (as you sometimes say you feel).... That place is the same that holds the deepest passions and most burning lusts...

I will swim forever in those searing seas - the blisters, forever make my skin crawl - but in all those right ways that nothing compares to.

Pain and pleasure walk such a fine line.