Bruise me shocked with truth and nails
Honest participation
Tell me how to feel
Reach my soul with teeth, clawed hands
Light me anticipated.
Give me something real
Suck my breath and brand my flesh
Mark me your satisfaction
Show me how to feel.
Teach me.
About Me
- Strawberry Daiquiri
- I'm a logophile with a latent talent for Foot in Mouth Disorder. I have a fetish for glitter which I never wear. I love reading book titles (and their contents), wearing costumes, playing music, looking at paintings, taking off abruptly and experiencing life, living places and meeting people. I live high, I dream big and I pursue happiness.
2 comments:
I know, we all want that so badly: the something real that actually manages to touch us; that something raw but still touchingly tender.
Sometimes it doesn't seem to exist... But I think it does. It's just harder to find when you're a person who doesn't settle. Who is an idealist and strives to discover the best there is to offer - because she knows she deserves it.
Don't worry - it'll come. And if it doesn't, anything is better than settling (as so many do). That would be so disappointingly mediocre.
Sometimes it's more about a temporary physical experience, the intimacy of an act untouched by words. Someplace where no lines are drawn, you're temporarily ripped open and when it's over, you move away with lovely memories.
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