wounded

searching for spare change..
thumbing through thoughts..
matted lint.. twisted reality..
wonderful tails.. curtailing..
down on my heels..
embraced..
salty solidifications..
trace my nakedness..
painting paintings..
self portraits..
glistening..
under burning candles..
dominate quips..
lightning my wick..
licking my needs..
 stretching my wounds..

taken..
i took..
accepted..

even cherished..
the interaction..

you sting out..
withhold..

lines so thin..
walked on..
by a voice so bold..

twisted..
my perception profane..
the undulation of dominance..
turned abuse..

edited for reading

searching for spare change..
digging in my pockets..
thumbing through thoughts..
matted down..
forgotten lint..
twisted reality..
was all that i could find..
wonderful tails..
pathetic curtailings..
leading me down..
down on my heels..
embraced..
by salty solidifications..
tracing my nakedness..
my vulnerable canvas..
painting paintings..
self portraits..
lay glistening..
under burning candles..
dominate quips..
lightning my wick..
forceful whispers..
licking my needs..
barking commands..
stretching my wounds..
taken..
i took..
i accepted..
even cherished..
that interaction..
you withhold..
that you sting out..
those lines so thin..
that you trace about..
with a voice so bold..
twisted..
twisting..
my perception now profane..
the undulation of dominance..
turned abuse.. [/font]