Unravelling

The inevitable has come to fruition, And everything else is tumbling inward at an alarming rate. I’m unravelling. Will screaming help? Not really. Will crying? Temporarily. How will I fill the void you’ll create with your absence?      

I’m not one of those girls…

I’m not one of those girls who enjoys the gym, I’m not one of those girls who’ll have a tonic with gin, I’m not one of those girls who’ll play ‘hard to get’ I’m looking for someone special – why haven’t I found them yet?   I’m not one of those girls who’ll keep her…

Like a cat.

Like a cat, I spread out in the hot sun. My fur: freshly washed and Moroccan oiled;¬† my tail gently curling. No pressures on this day, only the promise of warm sunlight until sunset.   Drifting in and out of dream, my breath steadies. My limbs stretch and my whiskers twitch.  

These hands

These hands these hands – adorned with silver, gold and opal –¬†twitch with a need for touch they tingle for intimacy my fingertips hold yours; will you be around for long enough for me to learn their print?   the lick of varnish applied before rousing Friday nights wears off by Monday morning; telling of…