"dionysia" poems
you'll learn
to swallow your fears like wine
and savor the burn in the back of your throat
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
He’s rubbed off on you
brought your rage to the surface
Which is fine
I think
But you can’t be this angry
when you’re drinking with me
Blood will cut the sweetness
of wine on your lips
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
Lovers kiss
fig-sweet and holy
tangled in ivy
fingers twined
in Titian hair
He loves the taste
of wine and blood
the madness
of drunken lust
of frenzied rage
of flesh and fruit
Lips full
and blushed crimson
slick with nectar
Words that spill from
his kiss-swollen mouth
rend and restore
burn against skin
Balm of Gilead
to the heart
Drink him, slowly
the thirst
is bottomless
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC