I use your faded photograph as my talisman heart and it serves me well save this wretched burn from your hot kiss where your feral tongues of fire leapt into my open mouth of willingness' and there were bred  the dogs of complacency who howled your praises and barked your madness while you left them tied in chains pawing at the ground of my bitterness  so i capture you' in still moments of your wicked grin and notice by genuflect the glimmer in your eye

that was the Calamity of Gin