letters to an inmate,

The feelings i wear on my words.
The things i should keep hidden.
They told me of healthy fear,
Knowing i would never listen.
The things that should frighten,
Never would even if they could.
I walk head strong smitten-
Begging to get bitten.
Yet your bite is not so much a fright.
It's your bark that siren soothes
And like that moth to flame
I am inequivicollay drawn to the spark...
The dark, you light up with a ferocity
The duplicity- the smile in me
Is the rage caged in empty frames
I see through the names
Wondering....
how long we've been at this game.
Blocks and hard knocks shattered,
Broken beyond...