– I love marks –
– I hate marks –
bruises fade away
leaving only cold memories
of a hard swung cane
I love marks for the evidence, the validation of an intense experience, the “wow-that-one-hurt” memories they trigger.
I hate marks for the risk – the potential for one life to intrude noisily into the other.
However, whatever the risk, when the session is as intense and memorable as my session with Elita and her friend Lilly, well then I want some marks that are going to hang around, prompting those memories every time I glimpse them.
And so it’s great that these marks are still visible ten days on:
…or it would be, were I not going on holiday tomorrow to an environment where it may be less easy to conceal them, threatening that dreaded clash of things long kept separate.
I guess I will just have to be careful.
Grab a coffee, sit back, and enjoy lots more sin here: