I lay down my life again...

Will this be a pantomime? I can wear a mask so well....

I have a firm resolve, but resolve is easily obliterated by emotion.

Could I pull forth from this wrecked and untidy tragedy a usefulness in heartbreak? Like a seed. An intangible piece of freedom could uncurl, force the razor-wire off of my heart like ivy breaks down chain-link fences.

Rollercoasters can be exhilarating too, but they have always terrified me. Maybe I just need to fling my arms up and say fuck it. I do believe it is time to take a ride.

Some sort of snake moan....

I want to combust like a column of fire. Hold my hand and we'll burn. Pull my hair back and sink your teeth into my shoulder blade and we'll burn. Burn and scream, and be cinder and smoke and ash.

We can melt together, screaming pleasure into the dark, scratching and gnawing bursts of ecstasy and oblivion out of the sinuous thrust of my hips blistering all of it away, until only a scorched patch of a moan remains.

This is what I want.