By Katherine
Date: 11 December 1999

Hole

He waltzed up and skillfully
Drilled a microscopic hole in the 
Center of her chest…
It stung a bit
A mesquite bite of sorts
So tiny
She didn’t even take a second thought

Later, overwhelmingly consumed with fascination
He began to kiss the hole 
Exploring it with his restless tongue
Unknowingly stretching it out a bit
Consciously seeping his saliva into her

Caught up in the emotion
And the passion
And the ever-so-heavenly caresses
She didn’t even notice the hole was now the size of a penny.

With time
She became uncomfortable with this 
Before she could even request of him to examine her new wound  
He was kneeling before her
Whispering dreams and thoughts and silly little 
Romantic stories into her… 

The words connected directly to her blood stream…  
And quickly flowed through her 
Generating her
Consuming her

Concerned with the hazy look in her eyes
He delicately place a Band-Aid over the opening
And attempted to pretend it didn’t exist…
But the hole never ceased to intrigue him

He could look inside and 
Gaze upon her soul
And frolic in her thoughts 
And swim in her blood.

One fateful night
Driven my some unseen, insanely crazy force
He ripped that bandage from her tender skin
And with a piercing cry
He forcefully stretched her open
Exposing all

And without hesitation 
Or thought
Or reason
He leaped inside her
And Disappeared


 Only now he 
Whispers in her veins
Laughs about her intestines 
Dances in her lungs
Kisses her heart




After thought:  Only when you open your self up to unthinkable, unfathomable pain will you have the opportunity to experience that surreal pleasure. Deformity, scares, intense-earth-shattering pain is the risk… but ahhhh… the gain.  The gain.