Hello, old friend has been awhile.
You still feel the same, when you first touch me all those years ago.
I feel you push in to me and draw me out.
You still give the same sting, and in that sting I feel the release of all that I hate, love, cry for and wish for.
In that sting I can die with my eyes open.
The ribbons of scarlet rap around me and fall to the floor.
I want to let all the scarlet ribbons out and lay them across the floor and cover me.
Kiss me again and let me swim deeper in that sting and drown me in the ribbons.
I pull to you again and again until there is nothing left inside me and all that I feel is in the ribbons the lay around me.
I know that I will wake sore and weak but your touch is the only thing that is true and the only thing that never fades.
