Her pain was beautiful. Listening to each scar lured me - ever closer to a stormy passion.
The names were unfamiliar, the circumstances rare, but each tale of escape and loss fascinated. "If I knew as much about men then, as I do now, I would have ruled that campus!"
She was a pirate. A swashbuckler who wielded her womanhood. Taking over ships and stealing booty. Disappointment filled her sails, the black flag danced high in the sky.
Back and forth across the equator she rode. Looking sailors in the eye, before pushing them overboard with a kiss. It was well worth the swim back to shore.
Photo: taken on a rainy day w/ iPhone 3GS, Hipstamatic app (John S lens, Alfred Infrared film).
