The coquette aesthetic wilts in the high heat we’ve had of late, but also lends its own cooling power to the proceedings. The underlying melancholy of this coquette summer cuts through the hot and humid stretches, dousing the fire with tears of healing and compassion – the tears of having to grow up, even at the ripe age of almost-49. One more year to fifty.
I’ll be your babyThere’s nothing better I’d rather doI’m lost completelyI might as well be over the moon
I’d like it if you triedBefore you change my mindAre you gonna be here with meI know you better
The perfume of the pink lily is potent – exceedingly floral and cloying in its sweet richness. It’s a lot to take, especially on the hotter days. But that’s the sort of whoozy, dizzying, decadent indulgence that personifies the coquette notion – something sweet and nostalgic, that is somehow too much and never enough at the same time. The coquette lifestyle is pretty but too often unsatisfying – tantalizingly out of reach – an obsessive state of longing and unfulfilled promise.
This momentary rideThis fire by my sideAre you gonna be here with meYou know that
I’ll be your babyThere’s nothing better I’d rather doI’m lost completelyI might as well be over the moon
Pink moods, mirrored and mimicked by lilies and clouds at sunset, run deceptively deep. At first sight and sensation, they may feel frivolous and foolish, something to be dismissed or denied – the very impetus of what drives the melancholy of a coquette moment – but how surprisingly resonant they remain, outlasting the ephemeral and fleeting nature we think we know.
The pink lilies glow as the night arrives, but only if the moon is present, which brings out the lighter shading of their throats. On warmer nights, the perfume becomes deliriously potent, an intoxicating lure for all creatures seeking sweetness and beauty. It is the sigh of a summer evening.
You call me up at nightImaginary linesAre you gonna go back to sleepI know you betterThan you know yourselfI’m only saying play your hand with someone else (someone else)Don’t tell me how to be your babyThere’s nothing better I’d rather doI’m lost completelyI might as well be over the moonI might as well be over the moon
