true voice

yes and don't worry about collagen losing it's bounce. your charms will ripen. hands will soothe and caress where they once laid dormant and admired. eyes will become clever and determined. words will be weighed with experience and buoyant with joys you've lived. seductiveness will be a firm receptive gift, so much more pleasurable to touch than even your youngest skin. and your voice will always be the same, things change and your voice will always be the same. your true voice, spoken in hushed tones through a receiver or elevating in resounding darkness, will always wrap and weave it's way through your man's heart.

note to self

of the knife

"artists don't set out to bring anything to the audience or to anyone else. they set out, again, to cure a raging imbalance."

Don't die, Maude, for Christ's sake. I love you.

Harold that's wonderful.

Go and love some more.