Bacchus

Hope in an honorable man, that he'll turn the ship around.

Wait and see.

Reach.

A foot slides and your ankle is scraped against the cliff side.

Does it matter?

Blood soaks into earth, earth into veins,

Everything you are

Damaged goods from betrayal. Used and tired.

Darling, you are everything; they cannot make you less.

I'm eternally drunk, but now it's on you.

Not wine but you.

Is this sobriety? Or the most perfect intoxication?

Everything blurs, but my path to you is clear.

Turn around, Ariadne,

and know that I have waited my entire life to love you.