its our time to shine!!!

A delurking...
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It's not the pain, I told him.
No- I hate the pain.
The fire in my skin
that
always seems like more
than I can take, and is
always just a
little less
than too much.

Needle, knife-edge,
licking flames
of
crop and cane
and cat.
It's not the pain.
No.
Not the shame

upon my knees, it's
not the words
that put me there,
Not the
bite,
the claw,
the wheel,
the arcs of purple
lightening tracing

whelts and stripes
of yesterday,
the clutching straps,
leather,
rubber,
chain and steel-
It's not the pain-
It's how it makes me
feel.
I told him-

the look in your eyes
that fills my soul
like
nothing else... to know
that you care so very much
exactly what
I'm
feeling.

just did have a good time today.....!

*Note: Studies can stand as pieces of art or love, on their own. However, these are only preliminary feelings for someone or something different and I view them as such, the real work and magic comes after. There is a process involved where I try to make me look real, and by doing a study first, this is almost possible.

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