This knife on my skin,

Cool and refreshing.

Bringing me back to the present

From the dream-world

I've been so long living in,

Forgetting the world,

Forgetting my past.

But as my mind drifts away,

Reveling in the feeling of pain,

The soft stinging kiss of the knife,

I am dragged to the past.

To memories too long suppressed-

Your lips on my own,

Vicious and wanting.

Your hands on my body,

Forceful and needy.

Your body against mine,

Needing more than I can give.

What more can you take from me?

My life and my love

I'd given so freely,

But this one, last gift

Is not yours to take.

But you steal it anyway,

Robbing me of myself,

This last thing all mine.

But as I sit here in silence,

No hiss of impatience,

Or the cry out in pain

Suppressing the memories

That make me like this,

I realize with a smile,

That I'm feeling once again,

The pain of a kiss.