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,…

Bewitched, beautiful in a cool breeze, the world is motionless and mute, for a moment, as you let me be Lydia, breaking out of London, nine of hearts… Nine of hearts… Nine of hearts… I think, when I don’t allow myself to think too much, that you could be much more, than I initially thought.…

Dare I ask for kindness, of you, after all this time? No. There is weakness in that, I’m sure. Complete, for now, obviously still bruised, momentarily musing that I’ve made things up to myself, easing back into breathing on my own. Banishing you, and yet, still being haunted when I sleep. Could I ask you…