she treated her to a moonlight dinner
seaside balcony, white tablecloth draped over naked knees
candles lit, flames of blue
she looked beautiful in any light, any setting
you are my forever, did you know that?
she made a joke about the dead never really dying
and Ysolde reveled in their dry humor,
black as it could be
what would you expect from a witch’s date
and when they headed back home,
she took with her three bottles of wine
for christening, of course.