There wasn't any part of me left unopened,
     but my heart stays closed.
My mind races with anticipation and anxiety,
     while my body remains reposed.
Like a gentle creature, or a vile creature,
Do I want your savage passion
     or your caring nurture?
Do I love you or what you do to me
Or is this the face of darkness that I see?
I wouldn't fear it if I could penetrate
     it's hidden depths
And find a home inside your walls,
     climbing slowly up your steps.

There wasn't any part of me that I didn't leave inside
Nothing left within me behind which I can hide.
All that's left within me now is what I took from you
And all my soul will be your own and forever true

I only wish you felt so too.

- February 12, 2002
Writing Society