And so I sipped the mead
for it had been too long since
I stained a page with wine
drunk on the juices I dipped my bread in
sweeter than the vintage at my lips
to that, then, is my fate?
entertaining a muse or three
to come to death by?
or one of a similar wrinkle
to roll around on the toungue
to feel oneself
break upon, one last time.
And so I sipped the mead.
Dionysus, my love, may your desire
form you corporeal,
for I go to seek you in the streets.
Come to me there,
I will remind you why ~
