A can only be for Art. My first love.
B is for all three of my babies. Three original works of
art!
C is for a precious, cherished, safe, warm and very loving
childhood.
D is for derrieres. Nothing is the world is as beautiful as
a lovely butt on a woman.
E is for English. A language without which I couldn’t have
taken countless journeys through books.
F is for fashion. Everyone must look good. It will make for
a delightful world.
G is for groove! Music, my teacher, mentor, mistress,
therapist and time travel capsule. I wouldn’t be me without it.
H is for history. For the holocaust. For all that is past
that is defining our future. History in all forms, books, architecture, art that
takes you to a mystical, magical place.
I is for all kinds of ink. Ink in calligraphy pens, ink on
skin, things inked in the heart.
J is for Jim.
K is for kodaikanal and the madness of youth. Dirt bikes,
long treks, magic mushrooms, marijuana and heartbreaks.
L is for falling in love. That hopeless feeling that in
contrast is only full of hope. That which you think you will never ever have
when you go through a heartbreak but which walks in through your door silently
and gives you a warm hug that’s all tingly too.
M is the greatest woman in the world. My mother. Warm hugs,
warm cooking, warm smiles, warm tuck in’s, warm soups when you are sick.
N is for nights lit with candles. Nights of silent tears.
Nights of hands brushed against skin that is full of promise. Nights that are
epic, legendary and is a huge part of my history if I ever write down my
memoirs.
O is a blank now. Something to be filled in the future then?
P is for princess! My greatest joy!
Q is for quaint. For quaint old houses. Furniture. Florence.
Flowerpots. Birdhouses. Picket fences. Door knockers. And the eternal romance
it brings.
R is for the distant rumble of thunder that is anticipation
of a brewing storm.
S is for all the women with names starting with ‘S’ that
have walked in to my life and left a mark. Starting with my mother.
T is travel. All those journeys taken and yet to be taken.
U is for unwinding. For lazing around on the couch, cuddling
and watching movies and just dozing off and for making lazy love.
V is for Valejo and his erotic art.
W is for water. It is me. It is the sea. It is the storm. It
is the drink. It is the lakes and the rivers. It is a waterfall. It is tears.
X is a kiss. Little ones. Long drawn out ones. Wet ones.
Hard ones. Tender ones.
Y is for yesterdays and all the memories.
And Z can only be a blessedly good snug sleep.
