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.

Prompt: Bottles