For Dionysus,
Thy hands match with the sky
Thine touch seems to burn mine
I offer you light
I offer you wine
Of sweetness and sorrow
Every limb of mine has surrendered
Thy flames had buried my hallow
Ignite my love with tender
The sweet taste lingered in my senses
Bursting with the flickering light
Just like the Gods ablaze with greatness
I was warm under your sight
My limbs cried under your touch
Gently ripping me apart
Your heart wears wisdom such
Had me lying with my drowning heart
YOU ARE READING
Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
