She sang every song as if
It was her last
She kept catching city crow shit
In her sea weed hair
She stole more books
Than she could keep still long enough to read
She kissed like a parrot and mauled like a tigress
And left me bruised and bleeding and marked as her territory
She loved dogs more than people and she loved me
More than most dogs
She painted all night when possessed
And chucked wet paintings at me at dawn
She played with fire, put out matches and candles with her fingertips
And was terrified of sex
She walked with me, talked with me, cried with me, laughed,
Kicked my shin, pulled my hair, threw hot tea once before smashing the clay cup, bathed my
Forehead with soaked rags till she had washed away my fever and she
Kissed me antibodies
She found me, made me, made me want to live forever and die
While I held her sleeping and then
Just when she and I were slipping into an unhappily ever after
She suddenly realised that I had
Lost her. 