Not who I am

Not who I am
But where I am
Not the person
not the role
Not the being
in Control.
The state
where Chaos makes bitches of us all.
Riden till there is no ride any more.
The place
without trace
but the words left behind
beyond my mind.

What is more… if not the antithesis of not enough
if indeed we are ever enough
will it mean we will not quest for anything?
what moves me?
what can I make responsible for these carnal thoughts
these places of hard edged ecstasy.

I want you to see me… free.
Free from the shame that has me playing that same game
over and over and over again…
make me cum
make you cum
make me cum
make you cum
the banality of it all.
The boredom of a checkout chick just running through another transaction.
clearly there can be more than just satisfaction.
I want to take my sexual energy beyond procreation
past the fields of commercialization
into the landscapes of my imagination.

My mind is a wondrous place,
My body is a marvelous place,
When the two are engaged,
when my being is enraged
with a fire that I started…

COME, let me burn away ALL that is not YOU.