My home
your safety
My hell
your sanctuary
Your worth
my mess
My location
your destination
An open door
to my private space
A public opening
in intimacy
A suggestion
without the access
A satisfaction
without knowing
The Salon
with few words
You can come in
and out
How will I feel
afterwards?
Did I even choose it?
Because I am vulnerable
Should I take everything
you give me?
Should I give everything
you ask from me?
Do I have a choice
at all?
There is no hiding now
It is all open
We are in the light
Far away
and attached
forever in correlation
through history
and limitation