I imagine a starlit night,
Orion staring intently at her
Puckered Cupid’s bow,
Singing treacherous melodies.

Further and further
I sink below these nefarious tides.
Happy natives sending good tidings
And binding themselves to relatives like
A calm embrace.
Further still she calls as
My neck sinks bellow the waves.

As if a lonely café weren’t bad enough
With its awkward barista.
No, no, don’t tell me lies,
It was you that poured that last goblet
Full of wine and drank it all.
Sit and wait, do not make me sign the paper.
Don’t embrace or cover yourself with me.
Do not oppress me with your bended knee,
I want answers!

The spell has been broken and
I am Macbeth.