I want the frenzy, I want what comes next.
I want the passion, I need what comes after.
I want the abandonment in a paradox of enlightenment.
I want to give you the depth of my soul and spill it across your spirit,
Empty me like Pandora’s box…then look me in the eyes and hold that bit of me.
Caress that darkness.
See the rawness of my vulnerability, and love me anyway.
Karen Hayward ©2016