If I was wild and free...

I would dance naked amongst the purple heather of the distant moors

I would bathe my brown skin under the night of the full moon pressed against a tattoo of a fading samurai

I would let the rain pour down my face, melt my mascara in to black puddles and let them stay there all day

I would laugh out loud in the street for no reason at all other than for feeling utterly blissed out

I would eat raspberry ripple ice cream and not wipe my mouth

I would befriend a Golden Eagle and let it sit on my shoulder whilst I pushed my supermarket trolley

I would go up to that man in the social club caff, as rugged as a sea-worn cliff and kiss him, letting my lips linger over his for a very long time

I would give away everything I owned, get on a night train to a distant land and live in a candlelit cave

I would give the last northern white rhino in Africa a very big hug and say we did this to you, I am so very sorry we did this to you

I would love bigger stronger deeper than ever before

I would write poetry and words by candlelight, drink coffee all night and believe mornings only ever existed for long lingering lie ins

I would look my father deep in his eyes and tell him I love him passionately, that I always will and he will forever be in my heart and I am sorry for the times I may have caused him pain

If I was wild and free...