~- bedtime -

I pull out the blade.

There you are, my friend...

Let me tell you, my friend, I am...
I am suffering tonight.

I thank you in advance, my friend,
For being so sharp.

I love your edge.
Such an edge.

No, my friend, there will be...
as usual,
no audience.

Just...
Kiss me.

I...


Thank you.


JBW - 4/29/00