Skin Hunger is a real thing — look it up. Our bodies keep a ledger of all the lips not kissed, of backs that go untouched and past a certain point the ledger expects a payment.Cortisol up,anxiety up, heart rate...

The horizon was higgledy-piggledy,The sky a comforting blue,The sun on the ocean just sparkledWith a stunning metallic hue.The waves that crashed onto the foreshoreHissed with a wild, restless force,Yet still I walked on through the soft sand,For you were...

A decade back it happened my very own Krakatoa.The waves it threwnearly took me under.They have receded now.Only ripple marks remain,etched into my soul's fibre,a record of that old eruption and a warning,plain as scar tissue:lt could happen again.