Natasha,

I can’t decide if you entered my life as a robin, perching on my window sill or as spear that furiously skewered me through the chest, through my hands and soul as I was trying to protect myself from your glass wail, from your sad obsidian eyes.

Two suns we are in my imagination; or am I the planet that can’t escape your alluring magnetosphere? A lion and a scorpion: me the proud fallen feline to your sting…I can feel your honey venom through my veins and ears, but never through my lips…that would be crazy…madness I haven’t felt since I was fifteen. Am I a teen again, in love for the first time? Am I victim of a fever that I can’t understand and I will never forget?

If I could, in a parallel world I would pick you up at 6:00pm sharp, take you to a roller skate drive thru, milkshakes, cheesy rock and laughter under a neon-coloured drenched sky; burn in each other’s flame under the constellations; sweat and darkness in a summer evening, in my imagination.