-- I wish I could remember when I wrote this piece... or why... or about who... I suspect I know, but I'd rather not think about that particular weakness of mine.

trace hungry dreams
follow them down trembling
heartbroken fear in your eyes
little one, little one
screaming apology bitterness
you don't believe yourself
don't expect offers of mercy
body made for agonyrose
fertile garden, pain grows
watered with tears
walk the path laid
out and about
fantasy of submission
the horror always
so far beyond imagination
you know you love it
love him, though? bad idea
don't get emotionally attached
to your dreams --