Love

ramblings...

"Sweet torture", I've heard it called....
I find nothing sweet to it but your touch... your gaze... your smell... your

taste...
I could really do without the other...
Like dark hands crushing my ribs around my heart...
Twisting... suffocating...
Is it worth it? Just to be your slave?
And I am you know... chained around your ankle... awaiting your

beckoning...
Perhaps it is a necessary part of it all... though I hate it...
How can you truly see beauty if you've never gazed upon the ugly and

found appreciation?
How can you truly see light if you've never known darkness?
How can you truly love and devote... if you've never suffered or lost and

held no angst?
The heart taught strings to weave... a web of all laughter and tears...
The wound that never heals... that merely becomes inflicted by another...
Praying that it never heals for fear of losing the fires... then praying that

it scabs and fades to never feel the crushing weights and pains again...
Duality... at its best dont you think?
The sweet taste of your beath at my mouth...
And the hooks pulling at my stomach and flesh...
The excitement and joy at finding you... your face...
And the bewilderment and utter loss of feeling juat a shadow in a crowd...
Or deep in the wilderness seeking a path out to you...
The thrill of your skin on mine... your sweat on my face...
The terror that it will never come again...
A rollercoaster racing through my life...
So is it worth it? Just to be your slave?
Because I am you know... a ghost chained to a wishing well... casting stones

in hope and fear... awaiting your beckoning...
Your "sweet torture"