11 December 2012
I want to trace your eyes with my fingers so they sting with the oils of my essence. I want you to feel the pain I do when you leave in the mornings.
I want to reach inside and pull out your throat so I can see what makes your voice so rough with the troubles of what you've seen and what you've been through.
I want to tickle your sides with my calloused palms so I can feel you writhe and squirm with the violation of your space.
I want to tug your hair so hard you see stars. And I want you to do it to me. I want to see your lips open in the groan that never comes. I want to hold your pain, your pleasure, in my stomach.
I want you to feel the separation as I do:
an unbearable form of insanity.
An Unbearable Insanity • Opuss № I