Cerulean cascades coursing through my veins
Schools of marine life drift under my skin
I am fluid. I know not your chains
Unlike the albatross, and the Great White Fin
Twenty thousand leagues rage
Barely under your stare
I have drowned your fucking sailors
And have plundered their wares
Gone are your mariner rhymes
And famous literary nets
I harbor pools of sorrow
And vast seas of regret
I am not your inspiration
Or your romantic subplots
Your dreams are my reclamation,
Dashed upon my rocks
But I’d still meet you in Titania
The tiny pub just down the cape
Buying you an ale and a laugh,
A toast to irony, and our star crossed
fates
The Tigress Awakens 