Mirrored, under the moonlight, that is soft, and just a little curious, I say yes, when you ask me to stay, meeting you, in a place that already feels familiar, your name, already so familiar, to a mouth that was still mourning, but saw new life, in the lillies, that are ready to die. I…

You kiss me, keeping me high above the sky, in the clouds, I am Aphrodite, irresistible Aquarius child of the roses, writhing beneath you, repeating your name, like an incantation, enchanted and ever mischievous. Baiting with bad behaviour, waiting to be banished to your bed sheets, to atone for my atrocities. Whispering Hail Marys, hypnotised,…

Good morning God. The war is over, my eyes are bleary, blinded by the sun, sinking into his soft skin. The sun is in my soul, cursed by his charms. I am rich and warm, smiling, wild and wicked, as I seek him, beneath the sheets. This feels foreign, God, and I feel foreign, often,…