She reaches over across the bar and whispers that she isn’t “going far”
That’s when I know she’ll be mine, not just for tonight, but for all time.
This I exaggerate of course, we are two lonely wonderers sharing a common course.
Two vacant ships in the night, anchored together by a passionate crew, willing to become true, for one drunken night.
When the morning comes, the vessels depart, gone to seek lines on another chart.
Although the ship will be lost from sight, not one of them will forget that star- crossed night.
By S.J.H.F.
https://www.cardiffstudents.com/ents/event/16565/
Parisian Poetry 