A Space

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


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