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thank you for holding me so intently, sirwith earnest and eager purposewhether it is with gentle handsor when I require you to be unyieldingyou always guide me to what we both need the blood& the bones
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this pleasurethis painhe gives to meand hetakes away in wavesin waves euphoriaall the sameon the razor’s edgeon rapture’s ledgei will obey i am at his mercy the blood& the bones
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• it was not death that took himbut as I lay here next to cold sheetsforgetting what his voice sounded likeor the way his face still seemed youthfulbefore that first deploymentand the places his hands bruised bestwhen he returnedit might as well have beenbut he’s out there runningriding a wave of paindrowning in the warmth
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it is no secretthat life has made you rigid and complexbattle scarred men often areand happiness has made a used to be of meas far as I’m concernedbut there’s a placewhere you are not scared to be gentleand I am not scared to be lovedmeet me therebefore it’s gone the blood& the bones
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• hope • it took years to break mebut now I knowI am not who I wasand I am not sure who I will becomebut I will be filled with love again somedaythe kind of love that quiets rageand more than fear or facadeor anything my tired soul can managehope tells me that even nowwhen
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they think of me as just skin and sex but that is because I figured out awhile ago I have so much depth in me that it would terrify most and so I give you only what I know you can handle nothing more the blood & the bones
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I am not who I wasand I am not sure who I will becomebut I will be filled with love again somedaythe kind of love that quiets rageand this gives me a reason to press on the blood& the bones
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I know not how to be one line.. I never did. It is only ever enough to be on every page you can’t stop turning or filling up in the novel you never want to stop writing.. the blood& the bones
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You say you have never felt addiction..That you do not give in to certain types of temptation..Refusing to relent to anything that could create a craving so overwhelming that common sense would escape you ..pulling you into reluctant dependency.. But I promise, I warn you even, to the detriment of your self control and way
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I do not know who I am anymoresince I became a child without a mother..But I would give anything to go back.Go back to a time when maybe I could have saved you.Instead of running in these circles of griefwith a stranger’s face and a back that threatens to break.No one understands what I have
The Blood & The Bones 