May 28, 2004

I want you the way that you want to be.

Would you watch me tie myself down, with transparent thread and enjoy the vulnerability? If I tore back the flesh and bared my soul, I�d beg you to reach out and touch it � soft, like velvet roses.

Soft, silken soul. Sweet, like meringue.

Be gentle. So gentle. Lulling like a lullaby.

Trace lines that I yearn to feel. I am your landscape, complete with mountains and valleys. Take your journey through me.

My skin aches for a touch like a desert pining for its oasis.

Coddle me as your beloved doll.

Turn me over and rip off the label. Scrawl your name in permanent marker across the canvas of my back. Claim me as yours � the item of your idolatry.