Have you ever been reminded by a painful limp?
An interrupted stride
Bringing a pleasurable evening to mind
Just when I forgot about it,
I bend over to find tension across my backside
What we did was unnatural...
Twisting my limbs out of place
Extending my jaws from my face
I stretched beyond my limits to give you a deeper taste
I stare at the reflection of my bruises
Recapturing the music
Born of slapping flesh
Sounds of suffering and sex
Hair pulling from my scalp and blood sucked from my neck
The soreness is a sweet souvenir
It marks the time you were here
It marks the conflict between pleasure and fear
I pray these wounds take their time to heal
Or, you hurry before these blemishes clear
The above photography is from Kostas Avgoulis' editorial "Accessories"
Jewelry and bandages are great metaphors of pleasure and pain.
