There is no Bacchus
watching our coming together
there is no excess,
there is passion, and hunger,
there is no feasting
there is some giving in
too little to get drunk on
I love you
in the strong silent way,
I love your person
I have trouble knowing that you love
I need your passion to break
before me
I need to be drunk on it
pour the wine
and i will stay at your table
speak my name
with love on your tongue
lay out the feast.
and i'll lay my love on the table
if you'll do the same.