My love took me on a cruise to the moon, cool girls in the cosmos, and as usual, I am cursed to cascade before her, born damned, the devil’s daughter, never able to resist the rich taste of romance and unbridled passion. I am a slave to my seductress, simping, primping my hair and painting…

The sea swept softly against the steel of the hull,she had left her last words on my shoulder,with a swift kiss that clearly stated that the word “last” meant nothing to her.The ocean reached up towards me,eager to earn my trust and tell me a tale,aching to ask me why I had forgotten the art…

We are four drinks in when I pretend to trip,falling into your lap as I ask you,with the sweetest sliver of curiousity that you ever did see,if you’d like to be my mad King of Scotland. You slur, affirmatively,mumbling,your memory hazy and your vision vivid,hands doing their best against the attacking alcohol,lost on their way…