Not a wink
And the sinking sound
Wavering in the dawnlight
Rolling under the fog
This morning breath
Baaaah steamdrills
Each toe individually wrapped
For the colourful unwrapping
Sweat, sticky sweet
Damp and unwarranted
Lingers in the sheets
You would think she was
Dancing under there
Instead of
Still like Winter.

The Minx
I am a poser, an entertainer, a legend in my own lunchbox. I live for the weekends; Saturday, in particular. I spent eight years of my life in the middle of the desert. I am, and forever will be, a musician. I have recently liberated myself of all addiction, including caffeine and chocolate. I have been described as a dark beauty. I am intense. I am an entrepreneur. I have a big heart with open-invitation. I am a gypsy. I have a bad temper but it rarely comes to surface. I am a bookworm. I am reliable. I always on early to every apptime. I am a fiercely loyal friend. I love getting my hands dirty in the garden. I am an early bird. I am an idealist. Red is my favourite colour. Patience is a virtue I do not possess. I have a queen-sized bed and only sleep on one side. The library is my favourite place in the world. I have been referred to as the fearless one by my family. I love the city. I am ambitious. I have a collection of expensive stilettos, bandannas and vintage handbags. I love the dancefloor. Musk is my favourite scent. I dream most nights. I love the rain.