My Favorite Chair

This is my favorite chair…

I love it so much I can feel my endorphins flare…

I am welcomed to sit or lay… But I choose to fly…

I gaze upon and sigh…

It’s intentions are written in ink, on my skin…

The sounds and vibrations hold tales of sin..

Markings of color and black…

Pain and pleasure the two continue to stack…

To such great heights, my nerve endings ascend.

There is no way to falsify or pretend… I love the magic that takes place from beginning to end…

Laying in vulnerable state, my trust is garnished and served on a plate…

Lines are curved, waves are straight… Dreams are dreamt and the past is fate…

Wrongs become right… Imagination becomes sight…

In this chair, my darkness becomes light, and in this chair my demons lose every fight…

Alteration of my being, inner visions become seeing…

No other place can pain become so freeing…