I used to believe that I was a wild woman.I was mad and made of storm clouds,lost in a love affair with languishing,fatalistic as I faced the feminine urge to unravel. I have travelled to places you’d never believe,coconut lip gloss covers a lost girl’s kiss,so unattainable, so unavailable,locked in a tower, behind a lake…

I thought I might die, when I spied the diamonds she had put aside for me,Christmas morning,clasped in sugar paper under a plastic tree.I got lost in my luxurious imagination,picturing her, braving the piercing pinches of the winter’s wind on her fair skin,her collar high around her neck,hands digging in her pockets for warmth and…

I went sailing, when I should have been sleeping,the ocean was excited to see me,throwing herself against the boat, so desperate to touch,so sweet in all her sorrow.I had been away too long, and I had broken her heart,fortunate that she was the forgiving type. I had kissed her, more times than I could count,but…

My erstwhile inamorata, adored indubitably, even after she was ether, stored somewhere safe, in the scent of snapdragons, in the taste of tequila, in the centre of the rising sun, and how it dances across the sky, as she does, every morning.