Ghost never saw himself as a lover until now. You and him were sitting on a boat in the middle of summer, the boat rocked slowly against the waves, the sun shined down on you both.

He saw you in the rightest way, watching you laugh and hit the boat whenever a joke was made by a crewmate.

And all he wanted now was for you to kiss him on the mouth, like a sailor. He wanted you to tell him his flavor.

Nothing could capture your sting, he could never move on.

He didn’t believe in God, but he believed you were his savior.