On Second Thought, Skip the Pain

masochist 

if you opened your body 
the way you open your mind
there would be little to explore:

caverns are void, dark, damp. 
cold. the perfect ambiance 
for emotional stasis: you exist. 

my fingers skirted the heat
of your presumed passion
and never got burned.

that's one pain I'd relish
just for the morality of the
sudden, involuntary recoil. 

© 2013 Rick Burnett Baker