To Bacchus
Take my drink, take my heart
Oh dashingly handsome youth of theatrics and flamboyance
To wither at your glance
To bloom at your touch
To inhale the aroma that follows you
Of mulled wine and the sweetness of flowers
And the whispers of whiskey
Grace us with your saturnine smile
Whispers of joy, devotion and lust of all those that adore you carried by the wind
Pulled in by your gravity
Set apart and terrified
Only to fall into obsession
To somehow find clarity in the madness of your worship
Blessed Dionysia
YOU ARE READING
Mephisto's Anthology
Poetrya collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
