Pain and pleasure are a flipping coin
strung on a filament between
sanity and madness.
Give it a whirl,
let it go.
The edge is gilded with eyes,
crinkled with emotion.
When they smile do they hurt;
Frown, are they glad?
One does not exist
without the other.
A touch can bristle or melt.
A pain and a pleasure,
a shining coin,
to be held and treasured,
for who would live without love?

Lindsey Milton 1994

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