Confined, I find myself getting lost in my mind, because I’ve got questions, I’ve always got questions, but the answers are out of reach, out of the picture, and the lens of your camera flashes, like lightning, so I stay still, stuck in a storm, sticking with the idea that waiting is all I can…

I am going to meet you by the river, as the sun sets, and the moon settles into the night’s sky. My nails will be black, chipped and coloured outside the lines, and I’ll wear that black and red dress that you like, so you’ll know that I dressed up, just for you. I will…

Last night, we had our next kiss, deep in my dreams, drenched in sunlight, your eyes, held tightly to the sky, keeping its colour for themselves, and for so long, I stared, my lips, my heart, tingling and trembling. The soft winds of Spring wrap around our bodies, pulling us closer, and I am so…

I confess. Kneeling down in a dress too short to gain the approval of anyone but a red blooded man (or a lesbian). I confess, with wrists bound behind my back, I confess that I have a secret, too damning to reveal, but too powerful to plead with for mercy. It overpowers me, consuming me…