Red rivers, dripping down her porcelain neck
Warm and thick like a down blanket
Joy...pain...fear...hate...love
All seeping out into the night
The vampire's kiss
Brings euphoria, peace, and then darkness
All emotion ceases to exist.
She must control the bleed...
Or must she?

I want to be real
Broken, empty
Void of walls
An open door

I want to be me
All the pieces
Laid on the floor
No hiding place

I want to be real
I want to be me
But is that enough?

Tiny sparkling diamonds,
The result of years of polishing by an unrelenting master.
Thrown carelessly on the shore.
Tossed aside only to be pulled back.

I cup my hands around the stunning beauty
Trying so hard to hold their glitter in my grasp
But along with the water, the sand seeps through my fingers
A few tiny grains remain
The only hopes and dreams I have left.

Life sustaining breath
Deep inside
Expelled in a gasp,
Exchanged with another.
Warm and sudden -
Smooth flesh on flesh
A scent, a taste,
Subtle yet tangible.
Touch for touch,
Breath for breath.
Intimacy at its finest.

I love the written word.  It has never failed me, ever.  It takes the jumble of feelings within my soul and sorts them out in a way that I can understand.  It takes my thoughts and reflects them back to me in a way that allows me to know myself and to grow and change. 

My relationship with the written word is cathartic and challenging and supportive, just like any great love affair should be.  Follow along as my passion deepens, in this, my rhythmic romance.