Where have you been my whole life?
My beautiful myth.
My precious toy.
My beloved damage.
Like a cold shower in spring.
In broad daylight.
On a busy sidewalk.
Light, and blue
filtering unpretentiously through the clouds.
Bold and omnipotent.
Like the call of sunshine
to all despair-
You are not welcome here.
There is room for one.
If she promises to obey.
If she swears to endure.
To trust. To feel
to share ecstasy like a thousand pin pricks
at the tip of my poised, firm, well worn
Fingers.
May the hurt wash over me in one determined deluge.
So that I may resume my revelry.
Unfettered.
Unaffected.
Rinsed anew in the filth of my bleak,
staring into the light of a new star.
Piercing the dissapated, thin rain clouds.
Wish me luck
Wish me love.
I wish...
